China go downstairs in direction of Martin Moniz district, in Lisbon. When she passes the childreen scream: China, China!. China is flying. To escape far away at down. She just wants to be happy. But China drunks her own poison. She drunks it all. Sometimes air seems loaded with evil, purgatory seems an infant school.
China, China
João Pedro Rodrigues, João Rui Guerra da Mata
IndieLisboa 2007 • International Competition, National Competition
Portugal, Fiction, 2007, 19′
