Orlin Stanchev

A short film set in a train compartment during a single train journey. You can't just stop a moving train, you can't jump off, you remain part of it until it brakes itself. The familiar world remains outside, enclosed, passing by the windows, only reflected in the train's windows. Inside, a new ecosystem is emerging, temporarily independent, bringing together random combinations of people. It's not difficult to intersect destinies; all you have to do is enter the compartment. You never know who has boarded.

The reclusive writer Henry returns from his travels and finds a pile of letters on his doorstep. Without a salutation or signature, the poems written on used train tickets remind him of his current literary impotence. Henry opens envelope after envelope and reads, reading between the lines, gradually allowing the foreign words to touch his soul. After a while, his imagination awakens, and he may even start writing again himself. But who are these mysterious letters from?