Near the village of Sant’Anna d’Alfaedo, among the mountains of Lessinia, a man initiated to the Buryatia — Mongolian shamanism conducts a ritual at every season’s change. In this place inhabited by humans since the Paleolithic era, the presence of the ones who passed is something that needs to be honored. When night falls, the fire becomes the medium between the living and the dead.
Categorie: Short Doc 2023
LIYOUTAHIRAKOUM (SO THAT HE’D PURIFY YOU)
Death, a subject that concerns all humanity, frightening for some, indifferent for others, what is obvious is that everyone tries to avoid it Aymen, a young Moroccan of 35 years old, decided to break this evidence, and experience this mysterious subject by going through the Muslim practice of washing and shrouding a corpse. A practice carried out by people of immense courage called The Washers. Will he be able to accept death after this sensation?
SANCTUARY
A cemetery full of life. Over the course of a beautiful summer day, we’re travelling to the heart of a city cemetery in the company of the various inhabitants who lives in the place: red squirrels, foxes, insects and birds.
KROŠNJA (TREE CROWN)
Without narrative sandstone and wretched landmark, people of Western Serbia seem to have never existed. The only portraits and biographies were given to them only after they had died. Their stone masons were also peasants. At the same time they were naive artists, poets, philosophers, or just craftsmen, but they were not indifferent. The stonecutters between the Ibar and Drina rivers, Rudnik and Zlatar mountains, between Serbian uprisings and world wars, anthropomorphized their stones so that the stones could guard their homeland, bitterly lookingforward to one more spring, getting wrinkles from tetter. To die yet again.
MINSTRELS OF THE SACRED MOUNTAINS
The journey of a musician through the history and the myths surrounding the ancient mystical instrument called the tanbur.
ETERNI
To try to recover from my brother’s death due to brain disease, I travel to one end of the planet. Alone, at the top of a mountain and at the edge of an abyss, I find a balance between life and death. Two years later, I return to that place and, subjectively, I talk that only there, in Tierra del Fuego, with cold and exhaustion, I was able to see my brother’s face and taste a fragment of comfort.