Anna Carolina Francisco

The boy Francisco spent his days accompanying his father at work, or rather, on the roads. The man is a driver of the imposing Big Jet, a pickup truck used to clean the city's cesspools without basic sanitation. But the boy is more interested in the ideas of his uncle, a libertarian and anarchist artist. As he discovers his first love, Chico realizes the vocation to become a poet.

In a messy room, a slap knocks a woman to the floor. The attacker appears deranged, bathed in anger and tears. The reason that leads the two, apparently old acquaintances, to this state is not immediately revealed. We are quickly transported to another time, the 70s: violence, repression, dictatorship, the hippie generation, the counterculture. We met these two women, now friends, in a movie theater. Here begins a puzzle to be put together, where present, past and illusion mix and become confused.

The boy Francisco spent his days accompanying his father at work, or rather, on the roads. The man is a driver of the imposing Big Jet, a pickup truck used to clean the city's cesspools without basic sanitation. But the boy is more interested in the ideas of his uncle, a libertarian and anarchist artist. As he discovers his first love, Chico realizes the vocation to become a poet.

In a messy room, a slap knocks a woman to the floor. The attacker appears deranged, bathed in anger and tears. The reason that leads the two, apparently old acquaintances, to this state is not immediately revealed. We are quickly transported to another time, the 70s: violence, repression, dictatorship, the hippie generation, the counterculture. We met these two women, now friends, in a movie theater. Here begins a puzzle to be put together, where present, past and illusion mix and become confused.