Aleksa Bujišić

Mira, a film producer, is exhausted by the complicated process as the shooting comes to an end. While wandering around the set, she encounters crew members who overwhelm her with problems that have no easy solutions. She is especially drawn to the melody only she can hear, which leads her to walk through the forest near the set. The shooting wraps up, and Mira decides to leave the film.

On the outskirts of town, in a small house beneath a hill, Bela lives in the quiet rhythm of her daily household routines. After hanging laundry, she is approached by Nada, a Roma girl, who tells her fortune from the coffee grounds. Guided by this small sign, Bela spends the rest of the day awaiting her son. When she learns that he will not come, silence settles back into the house. In that silence, Bela turns inward, where she begins to feel the presence of her late husband return.

On the outskirts of town, in a small house beneath a hill, Bela lives in the quiet rhythm of her daily household routines. After hanging laundry, she is approached by Nada, a Roma girl, who tells her fortune from the coffee grounds. Guided by this small sign, Bela spends the rest of the day awaiting her son. When she learns that he will not come, silence settles back into the house. In that silence, Bela turns inward, where she begins to feel the presence of her late husband return.

On the outskirts of town, in a small house beneath a hill, Bela lives in the quiet rhythm of her daily household routines. After hanging laundry, she is approached by Nada, a Roma girl, who tells her fortune from the coffee grounds. Guided by this small sign, Bela spends the rest of the day awaiting her son. When she learns that he will not come, silence settles back into the house. In that silence, Bela turns inward, where she begins to feel the presence of her late husband return.

After experiencing extortion due to a money debt, Janko’s seemingly everyday routine becomes destructive and hopeless. The sound of a football match ceases to be heard, death arrives quietly, with the gentle rustle of freshly cut grass.

After experiencing extortion due to a money debt, Janko’s seemingly everyday routine becomes destructive and hopeless. The sound of a football match ceases to be heard, death arrives quietly, with the gentle rustle of freshly cut grass.

A portrait of a transgender man, who looks back on growing up, understanding that he is different, and his everyday life.

A portrait of a transgender man, who looks back on growing up, understanding that he is different, and his everyday life.

Slavka lives in a house beneath the hill. During winter, her mother Miluša stays with her. She takes care of her, cooks, dresses her, helps her. She deals with insomnia by keeping herself busy with housework and small daily tasks. She gives insomnia space to live. When she sits down, the silence bothers her. In the workshop where her husband used to work, besides the empty space and dust-covered machines, there are piles of coal and firewood. She goes down to collect them. Sometimes she starts the machine, just to hear the sound. She chops the wood into small pieces on it. At night, she lies down, but soon enough, another morning arrives, another day that never seems to end.

Slavka lives in a house beneath the hill. During winter, her mother Miluša stays with her. She takes care of her, cooks, dresses her, helps her. She deals with insomnia by keeping herself busy with housework and small daily tasks. She gives insomnia space to live. When she sits down, the silence bothers her. In the workshop where her husband used to work, besides the empty space and dust-covered machines, there are piles of coal and firewood. She goes down to collect them. Sometimes she starts the machine, just to hear the sound. She chops the wood into small pieces on it. At night, she lies down, but soon enough, another morning arrives, another day that never seems to end.

Slavka lives in a house beneath the hill. During winter, her mother Miluša stays with her. She takes care of her, cooks, dresses her, helps her. She deals with insomnia by keeping herself busy with housework and small daily tasks. She gives insomnia space to live. When she sits down, the silence bothers her. In the workshop where her husband used to work, besides the empty space and dust-covered machines, there are piles of coal and firewood. She goes down to collect them. Sometimes she starts the machine, just to hear the sound. She chops the wood into small pieces on it. At night, she lies down, but soon enough, another morning arrives, another day that never seems to end.