Winter. A deserted beach. A bruised sky. A deafened sound in the air. A trailer. A forty something man, dressed in a suit, is lying on the sand in a fetal position with an empty look on his face. His eyes look tired and his face betrays no expression. Night, same beach, same sky, same sound. The man in the trailer is trying to write something. A pack of wild dogs has surrounded the trailer and are trying to get inside…
Re-recording mixer: Florin Tabacaru
Reach Out