Don't Worry Darling
Vila Vitória appeared like a small paradise lost in the middle of the infinite desert. Impeccable houses lined up under the scorching sun, with perfectly manicured gardens, chrome cars and old music echoing on the local radio, the residents' only connection with the world. Everything seemed stuck in the 1950s — the dresses, the upbeat advertisements, the elegant dinners and the practiced smiles. A few kilometers away, hidden beyond the only road that cut through the sand, was the headquarters of Projeto Vitória. Every morning, the men disappeared to the restricted facilities while the wives remained in the village, surrounded by subtle rules and the impassable desert. They said it was dangerous to walk that far. They said that underground experiments required absolute secrecy. During the day, old songs and reassuring messages from Projeto Vitória echoed through the impeccable houses. Behind the calm voices and rehearsed announcements, there was a silent feeling that something was not being said.
About Don't Worry Darling
Vila Vitória appeared like a small paradise lost in the middle of the infinite desert. Impeccable houses lined up under the scorching sun, with perfectly manicured gardens, chrome cars and old music echoing on the local radio, the residents' only connection with the world. Everything seemed stuck in the 1950s — the dresses, the upbeat advertisem...Read more