Between Africa and the Penedés is the distance of a video camera. A cut. A change of shot. What is what, where are we, where are the songs we used to sing while working, where is the group, the collective, the tribe?
where is the group, the collective, the tribe?
A film with work and workers, field, peasants, live animals and dead animals, something that dies, something that is born. Wild ethnography for a film that questions us: does that distance really exist, are we the same, have we changed so much?
