Ivan Trpimir Lozić

Summertime. The Mediterranean. Siesta. The father and son are asleep in the girls bedroom, while the dining room with sea view is bustling with life. The mother and two daughters are cleaning up after lunch. A tennis ball falls onto the balcony. The youngest daughter runs out. After talking to her boyfriend, she puts on tango music and the sisters start dancing. The mother sits down on the chair outside and looks out towards the sea. The father is awake. He looks in the direction of the sound and realizes things are about to change. Tango.

A young woman spends her evening home alone, but things are quickly interrupted by horros beyond her control, with her only solution being to run.

We are branches in the wind.