Circulat

Some things never change … You don't know exactly when you have arrived – and you find yourself there. Politicians. Jappies. Upstart and local mob exausted the city completelly. For them remain empty streets, courtyards and squares, demolished buildings and elderly people whose path is ended here. Every space is filled with traces of the past. Group of young people in the city with no perspective decides to escape; seven dancers in a short experimental dance film constantly faced with physical and mental handicaps of the present, which is crisscrossed with shadows and echoes of the past. Dance of the one, two, thousands of bodies scattered through the gray zones of ancestors. Large windows. Cold floors. Stalker. Locked between the rusty walls, trapped between half-closed eyelids of normal people, somewhere below, past the hungry eyes - is happening the world of searchers, dreamers, dancers them days are numbered. Always the same thing over and over again, while the output is always somewhere else ... Finding freedom, what hurts, escape from everyday routine, that pulling back, generating a cycle of continuous return (different), who refuses to believe that the way out does not exist.