José Eduardo Silva

An artistically shot film that slowly blurs the boundaries between dreams and reality as it builds into an unnerving then touching climax.

26 de Abril de 1974, meia-noite. Um homem entra num pequeno quarto de hotel, levando apenas uma pequena mala. Adormece profundamente, mas acorda com o toque do telefone do quarto. Do outro lado da linha, uma voz parece querer provocá-lo, repetindo tudo o que diz. 26th of April 1974, midnight. A man enters a small hotel room, carrying only a small suitcase. He falls into a deep slumber, only to wake up with the phone ringing. On the other end of the line, someone seems to mock him by constantly repeating all he says