Screenplay
An archive preserves fragments of toppled statues. In a corner, a fan rocks the atmosphere. The air caresses the gestures of the workers. The hum of the engine and the long wait induce sleep: In a dream, military and civilians smile inertly. (Distant shots, whistles of bullets and explosions). In another dream, there are only stones, indifference and oblivion. (None of the above is real or true).
