The closed room appears inhospitable: it’s almost completely dark, there’s dust in the air, a mattress on the floor. A girl is laying there trapped between a few threads of light. She only wears a white, thin, kind of see-through nightgown. Outside the door, someone gets closer and closer. She can hear his steps, his breath. The footsteps stop. Then the door opens and the girl looks in front of her. The sign of remembrance is torn apart by immovable pain: memory is haunting her.
Directed by Matteo Ciotola (Italy)