Fergoten

On rural land, far from the urban conurbations, where there are no services or shops, everyone clams up and shuts themselves away. Life is a matter of almost quotidian survival. Mutual help is the norm, the exchange of food or services a regular event, but fear too is constant. In only a few years, authority has gradually shrunk away. Burglaries are frequent, both by day and by night. “Living in fear has become the norm, and we have grown used to it, even if it is terrifying.”

In this story evoking the flatness of an everyday life without a future, in territories where tarmac roads and cars are already a memory, a woman helps her brother remove the traces of a failed burglary. Forgotten by society, marginalised in a life made up of immemorial tasks, flight and urgency in response to danger transform the initial monotony into a malevolent spiral. This tense atmosphere gradually reveals the anomic vision of an almost parallel world navigating between science fiction and naturalism. A single positive note stands out in the middle of this hostile picture: a sister’s protective feelings towards her brother.