Tran & fløtekarameller

We enter a dilapidated boarding school through an open, broken window. Blotches on the pure snowy landscape. Visually refined footage of decay is accompanied by the reminiscences of the now-adult children who came here as seven-year-olds. Some of them would prefer to forget what others see as the best years of their lives.
Children who cannot be seen. The giggling of children’s voices carries through the run-down rooms. A boy and a girl. They exchange new words. Someone is coming, but does not enter. The door opens on its own. Behind the building shimmer the Northern Lights. (Ji.hlava International Documentary Film Festival)