Nancy Spetsioti

A 64-year-old mother is asked to decide whether to donate the organs of her 27-year-old brain-dead son to the man who caused his death in their car accident.

A boy and a girl hide in the ruins of a future world not knowing if there are any other survivors. Their passion and their love is all they have left. Unable to predict the chances of their own survival they decide to play a life or death game and leave things in luck.

A young boy slowly drifts into illness. As sight + sound begin to dwindle, his love for life does not…

Little Alexander lives with his father. After the Great Catastrophe he wants to visit his mother often. After all, it is the only thread which connects him with the memory from the past…

Did you ever realise some people that would not sit next to them in a bus, or talk them. We eve hesitate to have a loot at this people but stare secretly. Sometimes those people against whom we have a lot of prejudices, are a part of our society, we just don't realise that, until we face some circumstances and really look into those people...

A 64-year-old mother is asked to decide whether to donate the organs of her 27-year-old brain-dead son to the man who caused his death in their car accident.

A boy and a girl hide in the ruins of a future world not knowing if there are any other survivors. Their passion and their love is all they have left. Unable to predict the chances of their own survival they decide to play a life or death game and leave things in luck.

A young boy slowly drifts into illness. As sight + sound begin to dwindle, his love for life does not…

Little Alexander lives with his father. After the Great Catastrophe he wants to visit his mother often. After all, it is the only thread which connects him with the memory from the past…

Did you ever realise some people that would not sit next to them in a bus, or talk them. We eve hesitate to have a loot at this people but stare secretly. Sometimes those people against whom we have a lot of prejudices, are a part of our society, we just don't realise that, until we face some circumstances and really look into those people...