Lucia Martinez Garcia

A man must deliver a package the contents of he knows nothing about. Once at the station, he is not met as planned. He must then remain in that city, which he had fled, and which he fears.

Dihya reveals her world, her secrets, her stories. She reigns in this dehumanized world, like a queen, a warrior.

Dihya reveals her world, her secrets, her stories. She reigns in this dehumanized world, like a queen, a warrior.

Between parties and dips in the river, Lou abandons herself over the summer, navigating through her reconstituted community.

Between parties and dips in the river, Lou abandons herself over the summer, navigating through her reconstituted community.

A black screen. A bottle breaks on the bitumen. A few insults are flung. The decor of an industrial area, first thing in the morning, after a busy night. Three friends “find” a vehicle and climb in for a journey with no clear aim. Except for one of them, troubled by the guilt of having cheated on Alba, who is arriving the next evening. Someone told him about a cross, painted on a cliff over the Genevan countryside, which is supposed to reconcile those who reach it with their innermost selves. Beyond a mystic, post-drinking delirium, the strapping lad believes that the climb to the summit will help him find the courage to talk to his girlfriend.

A black screen. A bottle breaks on the bitumen. A few insults are flung. The decor of an industrial area, first thing in the morning, after a busy night. Three friends “find” a vehicle and climb in for a journey with no clear aim. Except for one of them, troubled by the guilt of having cheated on Alba, who is arriving the next evening. Someone told him about a cross, painted on a cliff over the Genevan countryside, which is supposed to reconcile those who reach it with their innermost selves. Beyond a mystic, post-drinking delirium, the strapping lad believes that the climb to the summit will help him find the courage to talk to his girlfriend.

A black screen. A bottle breaks on the bitumen. A few insults are flung. The decor of an industrial area, first thing in the morning, after a busy night. Three friends “find” a vehicle and climb in for a journey with no clear aim. Except for one of them, troubled by the guilt of having cheated on Alba, who is arriving the next evening. Someone told him about a cross, painted on a cliff over the Genevan countryside, which is supposed to reconcile those who reach it with their innermost selves. Beyond a mystic, post-drinking delirium, the strapping lad believes that the climb to the summit will help him find the courage to talk to his girlfriend.

From a mirador, Lucas is observing, touching upon a world growing around himself.

From a mirador, Lucas is observing, touching upon a world growing around himself.

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It's the story of a woman with a broken heart. It's the story of a woman who is leaving. It's the story of a woman who wants to flee the world, misfortunes, suffering, tears, and cries.

In the intimacy of their rooms, Claude-Emmanuelle, Régina, and Nicole apply makeup in front of mirrors. Their precise, repetitive gestures become rituals of transformation and self-affirmation. Fragments of past, secret thoughts, and desires emerge through their voices. Interwoven with images of the city, the film links private experiences to the universal, exploring destinies that brush against each other without ever crossing paths.

A woman, a dancer, a creature, dances, free. She laughs at the violence, the insults, the looks that reign around her.

A woman, a dancer, a creature, dances, free. She laughs at the violence, the insults, the looks that reign around her.