language: Czech

A musical-object travelogue from a land inhabited by stories. From an island where sheep are dyed blue and pink, and where the rain falls upwards. Hitchhiking, sleeping over, asking questions, busking, wandering. And lots of rain.

In the rain and wind, during a night drive, branches scrape against the car as they emerge in the bends of the road. We pass houses without roofs, stone walls, and overgrown hills in the middle of nowhere. We imagine the landscape more through Sinead’s storytelling than by actually seeing it…