Producer
Niara, a police clerk about to retire, is touched by the case of Jana, a single mother and widow who appears at the police station to claim satisfaction regarding the lack of investigation into the brutal death of the father of her newborn daughter. Added to her personal motivations and the recurring misogyny and corruption of her chief delegate, the clerk crosses the limits imposed on her to try to discover what goes on behind the institution she works for.
Writer
Niara, a police clerk about to retire, is touched by the case of Jana, a single mother and widow who appears at the police station to claim satisfaction regarding the lack of investigation into the brutal death of the father of her newborn daughter. Added to her personal motivations and the recurring misogyny and corruption of her chief delegate, the clerk crosses the limits imposed on her to try to discover what goes on behind the institution she works for.
Director
Niara, a police clerk about to retire, is touched by the case of Jana, a single mother and widow who appears at the police station to claim satisfaction regarding the lack of investigation into the brutal death of the father of her newborn daughter. Added to her personal motivations and the recurring misogyny and corruption of her chief delegate, the clerk crosses the limits imposed on her to try to discover what goes on behind the institution she works for.
Director
Maria tells her stories and, on the chords of experience, make us listen to her like a song. Maria, how many Marias. Her strenght is on the flaky skin that the existence insists on flaking. Macula, maculate, Maria.
