Fouad Benabbou

Escorted by wailing sirens, Aziz and Olek dash across an empty plain. The Dutch-speaking Aziz clearly does not know the terrain. Desperately, he tries to keep up with his burly companion, no matter how often the latter tells him to get lost. In a snow-clad and misty forest, Aziz drops behind after all. All alone, he is left to his own gut feeling. But perhaps this comes quite naturally to him.