From My Cold Dead Hands

Sixteen-year-old Lola is studying for her resits when the possibility of a semester in Germany comes up. Lola wants to go, but her family, bogged down by her elder sister's psychiatric problems, don't want her to make the trip. The lack of stability and exhaustion in the ties with her family prompt Lola to go ahead with her idea and set out to find new experiences that make her see both herself and the circumstances that surround her with different eyes.

Instant chronicle of the times we are living, with a world and moral order that seems to falter without letting us glimpse what will come, the strength of the film lies in the use of images destined to disappear, poor images, rescued from mobile phones, social networks, Telegram groups, that no one will bother to archive. The film confronts us with two memories: on the one hand, the memory of the day before yesterday, where a spark emerged that caused everything, and on the other, the memory that we captured without protecting it later, without making it accessible.