It’s the summer of 2004. Three boys play ball in a parking lot. Two brothers interfere with the game. One ball.
Caldeira, Sado estuary. A clam picker and his friend spend the morning collecting up the bounty of the tide.
The colors translates the movements of luck and the paths without direction.
Ukufikelela simahla, Khangela nantoni na Akukho Ntengiso, Izigidi zeetayitile kwaye zongezwa yonke imihla, Onke amaqonga aLungiselelwe ngokupheleleyo, Naphi na nanini na
