The space of the film is the country, the city and a human soul that, having acquired the form of reminiscences, preserves the glance of the mother’s eyes, the father’s touch and an encounter with evil that has no reason. The atmosphere of the present is eternal, as eternal as the vanity in our daily journey along the corridor. We open numbers of doors, hoping to meet the look of someone’s bright eyes.
The space of the film is the country, the city and a human soul that, having acquired the form of reminiscences, preserves the glance of the mother’s eyes, the father’s touch and an encounter with evil that has no reason. The atmosphere of the present is eternal, as eternal as the vanity in our daily journey along the corridor. We open numbers of doors, hoping to meet the look of someone’s bright eyes.