Filipe Afonso

Experimental documentary, visual poem on the meeting of a city which we do not see but which is present through the sounds and the thermal carthography body imprints of one of its inhabitants.

I walk, in the night, in the city and I hear televisions. I suppose they all together could tell a story and give me a sign before I get home. It’s like an house inside and its residents’ extension to the outside, to the street and to me. I walk. Like a Ghost. I’m getting inside all these houses… But as I walk, as I get closer, I try to fix them to hear better, see more, more, more…

I was invited to film a ritual. One that can be shown to foreigners, to “dried-heads” like me. A child in the village watches Disney’s Fantasia on TV. He is interrupted. What the child lives when he dances? What am I able to see from what is shown to me?