Yesterday

Sergey is a taxi driver. Day – at home with his wife and children, two – at work. Day – at home with his wife and children, two – at work. Suddenly, a broken arm breaks this habitual rhythm: a month – at home, with his wife and children. Digging from idleness in the shed, Sergey finds a box from under the movie camera. I wanted to become a cameraman … my parents dissuaded me … went to the drivers … married … children. Sergey wants to find films and photographs that he shot 25 years ago. But where to find them? And what about them?