Short Film Forum

The Rifts

When the thaw came, my grandfather, my mother and I returned to Bulgaria and reopened the house in Yarlovo, which had been uninhabited, freezing and dreary. In search of our roots, we rekindled the spirit of home. This winter, new cracks have appeared. In voice-over, we recall life as it was before we emigrated to Belgium. As our voices tell the story, together we bring the house back to life and mend the cracks and our emotions. In autumn, we winterise the house once more, our hearts full.