Individuals wait, silence is heard, a microscopic attention through a tired mass. If the film is almost mute, it is because it focuses on silent figures, although their struggle is deafening.
Three men are working on a construction site. The work has been interrupted by five months of imprisonment. The rain suddenly falls like the silence that precedes an eviction.
Fake left. Run right. Pass. There are no messages here. So we may breathe. Run. Dribble. Jump. We are carefully playing the game The body has always wanted a life of its own Most days, you’ll find me here.