Without rising my eyes, I knew I was going along the river. I know which river and why but this is nothing for you. All my eyes saw were my bare and frozen feet stumbling on clods of frozen earth.
I am so endlessly alone. Whats my illusions, whats my odds, and illusions have to be killed, I don't have more time to destroy. Is my loneliness real and is my longing about what? Then who are this people?
DirectorMalga Kubiak
