I swear to you that this that I am going to tell is absolutely true: a daring sparrow, a girl who smokes cigarettes, a forest and Julián, in January in Buenos Aires.
Film in two cities divided by one river: Buenos Aires, Montevideo. Two cities divided by one story: the death of Francisco. One death divided in two parts: an investigation, an escape.
On the banks of the city of Buenos Aires, among the rubble that forms the coast of her ecological reserve, she listens attentively to the confession. The rest, what follows, will be mere inconveniences and questions between a corpse and a double bass, between the imperfect city and its river, which will sow doubt about the resistance of its revenge.
Eleven young film-makers got together to collaborate in this atypical project. Atypical not only because of its technical specs, but because of its narrative structure. There are several scenes with only the city in common, and more as a conceptual presence at that than as a precise geography. None of those scenes contains a single "story": Each one of them is part of a larger situation that we cannot see, as though the beginning and end of each "story" had to be filled in by the audience.
