Una Isla
The distances
Omar lived in a very small village in Africa. He arrived in Barcelona in the winter. He would like to learn languages and study, but there are no vacancies in the courses. He would like to work, but he has to wait until he has papers. He would like to get to know the city, find people who trust him, and not feel so alone. He misses his village, his family, and especially his mother. They talk often on the phone, but Omar can't express how difficult everything is here.
Rider
A young woman working as a rider is forced to make a dangerous delivery that will put her life at risk during a night filled with urgent personal problems that she must solve through phone calls. Millions of people make a living as riders around the world, Fio’s story of redemtion is but one of them.
El otro lugar
One day, young Li Na receives a call. It's from her little brother, who's home alone, waiting for his father to return. He's been gone for days and hasn't given any further signs of life. With the successive calls, the tension grows, as does Li Na's need to help, despite the insurmountable distance that separates them. Roberta Chávez breaks down the boundaries between social drama and urban thriller in a film that radiates a serene nostalgia.
AGUA FRÍA
Ángel and Kimberly, two children affected by migration, turn a parked van into an imaginary vessel to go look for their friend Sofía, who returned to her homeland, Colombia. In this space between reality and fantasy, they build their sense of identity, belonging, and friendship amid uprooting.
Espejo de Agua
Espejo de Agua is a non-fiction short film set in Venezuela 's Sinamaica Lagoon, Zulia, where the Añú people are silently displaced due to climate change. Community leader Laura and the inhabitants of the lagoon, inside and outside their homeland, cling to the hope that it is not too late for changes and preserve their ancestral culture.
The Years of the rabbit
I remember very little from those years: the years of the rabbit. My favorite animal, my favorite color, the mountain in front of my house, my friends’ faces, the games with my sisters. Leaving my life in Mexico like that erased my memory. I color in these memories as an attempt to gather them. Forever.
