LONG DISTANCE

A train crosses Europe from south to north, from Lisbon to Kiruna. Inside, six travelers carry their contradictions, their fears and their
search for meaning. Long Distance takes place between compartments, carriages restoring and platforms: fleeting spaces where strangers create, confront and, for a moment, recognize each other.
A train crosses Europe from south to north, from Lisbon to Kiruna. Inside, six travelers carry their contradictions, their fears and their search for meaning. Long Distance takes place between train compartments, dining wagons and platforms: fleeting spaces where strangers believe in each other, confront one other and, for a moment, recognize each other.

Manuel, a Portuguese electrician, resumes his routine on the night train to Paris. His seat is occupied by a young Moroccan without a ticket. The tension is diluted in minimal gestures: a shared coffee, a cigarette, a ticket gifted at dawn. Two everyday exiles, caught in the same drift.

Carme, a Mallorcan engineer, travels to a summit on sustainability. In the sleeper car, she runs into the cynicism of a financial investor and connects with Anna, an Austrian photographer. Between wine and a tense call with their partner, one certainty prevails: not all movement is progress.

Adam, a young Hungarian musician, flees Budapest. He carries a backpack, a keyboard and a wounded identity. In the night carriage he meets Hans, an old pianist from the Berlin bar scene. Their conversation becomes a mirror of generations, marked by fear and the desire to live without masks.

Rosa, a Cuban, crosses Germany in search of a digital promise. Erik, the Swede she met on Tinder, isn´t responding. Without documents or money, a coffee offered by a stranger forces her to face her own naivety. When Erik finally answers, his distant voice confirms what Rosa already intuited: she is heading towards a mirage.

Kateryna, a Ukrainian engineer, travels to Kiruna, a city that is sinking under its own mines. The war has taken her house and her direction. On the train, her isolation is as dense as smoke. But when she reaches the edge of the map, the frozen city, she writes: “I have arrived.” A minimal gesture, but charged.