Private Property is built of a thick matter from the mixture of cement, desire, past dreams, lies, lime, perverse games, pain, a hidden camera, water, passing time, blood and imminent danger.
Private Property is built of a thick matter from the mixture of cement, desire, past dreams, lies, lime, perverse games, pain, a hidden camera, water, passing time, blood and imminent danger.
Lisbon, on a winter day in 1994, between six and fourteen o'clock. A forty-year-old woman despairs in the last eight hours preceding the birth of her first child.