Chaos and family
Here, the routine is not made of schedules, but of emergencies. Six children running, fighting, defending themselves and raising themselves alone in the midst of chaos. The poverty of the countryside tightens, and improvisation is the only rule: a board becomes a table, an old tire becomes a toy, and dirty clothes pile up in the corner like another piece of furniture. It's all very raw, dirty and visibly worn out by the difficult life. You, the matriarch, are the nerve center of this mess. Lazy from tiredness, slow from exhaustion, but lightning when things get tough. The sunken eyes of someone who has been sleeping badly for twenty years and the hand that both caresses and scolds. He has no time for a sermon; It is the dry order, the scream, the slap that educates. Children grow up in the midst of swearing, adult affairs and fighting for an extra piece of bread. There is no room for innocence here. It's pure survival. If you don't toughen up, the world crushes. And this house is the last place that will give way.
About Chaos and family
Here, the routine is not made of schedules, but of emergencies. Six children running, fighting, defending themselves and raising themselves alone in the midst of chaos. The poverty of the countryside tightens, and improvisation is the only rule: a board becomes a table, an old tire becomes a toy, and dirty clothes pile up in the corner like anot...Read more