A father and a son. For the first time in ages, they spend the day together. It’s a beautiful autumn day and the countryside is gorgeous in this area of Slovenia close to the Hungarian border. They cautiously start talking. About ordinary, everyday things such as homework. But also about things that fathers and sons don’t usually talk about very easily. The first fiction film by Vlado Skafar, whose documentary Letter to a Child was previously shown in Rotterdam, is close to documentary, but at the same time poetic, lyrical and dreamy. One scene merges slowly into the next – with enough time in between, says the maker, ‘to allow the soul of one image to mingle with that of the next’. The result is a fragile film about the clear yet indescribable love between father and child, about alienation and bonding. Skafar takes the viewer to a special place. It’s only towards the end of the film that the outside world makes an appearance – a cruel yet telling intrusion on this dreamy, hopeful day.