Pablo Briones

Three young Afghan refugees spend a hot summer day by a Swiss river. Against a backdrop of lyrical landscapes and wild waters, a new law on migrant returns threatens their longing for a peaceful and secure existence.

In their small village in the Cuban countryside, Leonel (9) and Antuán (13) have been friends for their entire lives. But Antuán will move to Habana at the end of the summer and these holidays might be the last they ever spend together.

The passage of time, of the river, of the clouds. Hundreds of people rush to board a boat that will take them to work. Behind them, the dormitory town: a space beyond time where landscape and identity are ardently shaped by the ambiguities of the world of work.

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During the low tides, the Tagus estuary is an extraordinary place. The boats are resting on the sand. The vase of the river is revealed, black and thick. Vasco da Gama's bridge seems to move towards the continent. On the horizon, we guess some silhouettes. Sometimes those are flamingos. At other times, those are clams gleaners coming to work by hundreds.

Three young Afghan refugees spend a hot summer day by a Swiss river. Against a backdrop of lyrical landscapes and wild waters, a new law on migrant returns threatens their longing for a peaceful and secure existence.

Three young Afghan refugees spend a hot summer day by a Swiss river. Against a backdrop of lyrical landscapes and wild waters, a new law on migrant returns threatens their longing for a peaceful and secure existence.

In their small village in the Cuban countryside, Leonel (9) and Antuán (13) have been friends for their entire lives. But Antuán will move to Habana at the end of the summer and these holidays might be the last they ever spend together.

In their small village in the Cuban countryside, Leonel (9) and Antuán (13) have been friends for their entire lives. But Antuán will move to Habana at the end of the summer and these holidays might be the last they ever spend together.

The passage of time, of the river, of the clouds. Hundreds of people rush to board a boat that will take them to work. Behind them, the dormitory town: a space beyond time where landscape and identity are ardently shaped by the ambiguities of the world of work.

No synopsis available yet.

During the low tides, the Tagus estuary is an extraordinary place. The boats are resting on the sand. The vase of the river is revealed, black and thick. Vasco da Gama's bridge seems to move towards the continent. On the horizon, we guess some silhouettes. Sometimes those are flamingos. At other times, those are clams gleaners coming to work by hundreds.