The cast is the director and the people surrounding his apartment in the city of Cochabamba, Bolivia.
A contemplative film about a filmmaker's lost love. Devastated after being abandoned by a powerful love, he returns to her now empty apartment where they met and lived in the city of Cochabamba, Bolivia. With no intention to turn his footage into a film, he begins to document himself through the empty spaces, and the remains of a profound love contained in these walls. The camera becomes a vehicle of self-liberation as he attempts to take this loss and rid it from suffering. Surrounded by a Bolivian city submerged in an unceasing revolution, tainted by political unrest, the life outside the apartment begins to make its way inside. After searching in every room and corner for some comfort, the camera begins to look out the windows. The busy schoolyard of a high-school, the changing seasons, the night feuds from the next door neighbors, a girl playing in a junkyard of metal scrap, the demolition of an old house and the subtle changes over the course of 1 year help shape a filmmaker's own inner battles and transformations. A film about a man's inner journey, shot entirely from his now 3rd floor apartment, the relationship with his windows as a vehicle into his inner quarrels in pursuit of answers.
I observe the slow destruction of an old adobe building across the street. Over the course of several months, three men use sledgehammers, shovels and their hands to remove walls, ceilings and doors. Their slow, repetitive movements appealed to me. One of the workers realizes that he is being filmed. He stares back long and hard without looking away. After some days, his initial confronting look becomes intrigued and kind. One day the never come back. Through the crevasses and into the night I take you to the naked streets from my windows. An old woman out on her balcony during these deep hours of the night. Is she like myself unable to sleep because of a
troublesome parade of thoughts? I begin to film myself; sitting as I look out the window, eating, sleeping, waiting for change to occur. The rhythm is penetrating, but rhythmic, like a clock. Some moments are hectic, when I get desperate or lost. Sound undertakes a complex role in this film; it is definitely the most experimental element. At moments it disassociates from the image, it is muffled and distorted; it overlaps and accompanies my struggling
state of mind. Audio voice fragments confront the film. Interventions speak intimately of this journey through pain and depression, distraction, eventually leading to liberation. By no means are the voice interventions
limited to this lost love story, unhindered I ask questions, remember stories of my childhood, invent tales and take on lives that are not my own.