Solsticij

A woman who killed her man has served her sentence. She sails through town; she sails through scenes of life. A girl sees her, forgives her, and saves her. The woman has done her thing. The world finally embraces her again.

In the city of Versopolis, people stop uttering the words that crawl out of their mouth, liberating instead the words lodged somewhere deep in their subconscious minds. The words that really mean something.

The forgotten phenomenon of a youth choir that came to be known as the “Nightingale of Trbovlje” in the 1930s, suggests that one can make extraordinary art and conquer the world even in impossible circumstances and a godforsaken environment.