THE SKY ABOVE US (minority coproduction)

A spring day. The sun is up and parks are full of people. If you listen carefully, you will hear the sound of TVs, stern, full of surreal normality, coming from someone’s house. People are going in and out of cafes, and conversations echo all around, going up and down in volume. It is as if nobody expects that NATO will begin its air raids. It is as if it has never begun. However, the tension can be felt. They suppress the fear in their eyes at any cost. The silence can be cut with a knife. People leave the streets well before dark. Here and there, a plastic bag flies across, like tumbleweed in American westerns. The dogs are howling, sensing what is to come.