Maria Dakszewicz

A forgotten Polish neighborhood drowns in the haze of coal mine smoke. A young man shaves his head, dons a tracksuit, and faces his brother's shadow and the weight of his past.

The heat is so intense that the electronics are overheating. A short circuit occurs at the travelling funfair. The queues come to a halt, the lights go out, the hubbub ceases; only a few sounds can be heard from the rubbish bin.

After watching a Bollywood film, a woman yearning for excitement begins to question the storyline of her own life.

The heat is so intense that the electronics are overheating. A short circuit occurs at the travelling funfair. The queues come to a halt, the lights go out, the hubbub ceases; only a few sounds can be heard from the rubbish bin.

The heat is so intense that the electronics are overheating. A short circuit occurs at the travelling funfair. The queues come to a halt, the lights go out, the hubbub ceases; only a few sounds can be heard from the rubbish bin.

After watching a Bollywood film, a woman yearning for excitement begins to question the storyline of her own life.

After watching a Bollywood film, a woman yearning for excitement begins to question the storyline of her own life.

In her fantasy-filled and wonderfully nonchalant film, Maria Dakszewicz deals with one of the most important fears of our times, the essence of which could be summarized in a question: What punishment awaits me at home if I come back from a party a little too late on Friday evening?

In her fantasy-filled and wonderfully nonchalant film, Maria Dakszewicz deals with one of the most important fears of our times, the essence of which could be summarized in a question: What punishment awaits me at home if I come back from a party a little too late on Friday evening?