Focal Distance
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A lonely, aging photographer lives in a little town where the traces of the communist era are well-preserved. Love, loneliness, senility, sadness, tiredness, memory, reminiscences, offence… Life becomes black and white when the end is closer, when colors bleach; paper turns yellow and only in the memory faces and smiles are still bright and varied in colors.
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