Human Island Does the baby let you sleep? No one is sleeping here.
People of dozens of nationalities are eager to earn money in this city, washed by the highest salaries in the country and millions of tourists. Illegal emigrants flock to the Catalan shores, bringing with them babies, their hopes, fears, a foreign language for these places, underground workshops growing out of nowhere and fate-shattering mistakes. Somewhere very near flaunt, as if grown out of the ground, the works of Gaudí, and trying to escape from the winds of time the ancient Gothic quarter. But the wind-driven wanderers hardly look here, trying to survive in very different neighborhoods. Is living and working in Barcelona a dream come true or not yet?
Sightseeing and travel wash the lives of those who have time and money. If there is no time, there are nightclubs and a holiday from sunset to Monday – a holiday so beloved in the city created for tourists. But if there is neither, then our lives are washed by people like us – often without a family and without shelter, living in dozens of basements and rented apartments, where no one lets another sleep.
A circle of beauty, a circle of fun and a circle of people. Everyone will have to tear them apart sooner or later to be carried off the human island by the bird of death. The owl as the messenger of death, the winter forest as the abode of the departed, waiting for the spring Renaissance - the symbolism of Iñárritu is beautiful and traditional.
Uxbal is not interested in the beauty of architecture. Slowly dying, he is far from the celebration of life. Eternity is already disturbing its dense circle, reminding itself of the fact that from the first day washed our great Island. The alarming noise of the sea, flocks of birds in the twilight sky, sunrises and sunsets that seem never to finish their shift.
But you can't hide from people. His circle of the living and the dead is growing and multiplying: Chinese and African illegals, police and, most importantly, children who have no one to leave. “I tried to pray, but I don’t know who.” "Find them and ask for forgiveness." Uxbal opens the doors of his home to Ige, a lonely woman with a child in her arms. In the hope that the circle will part, and the ceiling of sins and debts will be empty.
Is living and working a dream come true? Is it time to listen to the noise of the sea?
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