A long term story in Poland, from Kracow to Katovice, the Eastern borders of Europe.
This essay is about a border: the one that separates the European Union and its Eastern neighbours, but also the one that separates us from dream and unreality. Yet, we are awake and Michael Ackerman compels us to have our eyes wide open. The border is also the contact point with the Other. It’s a meeting place. Bodies and landscapes are bathed in an intangible haze and yet, they are unmistakably printed on film.