Description
In a forgotten inter-Korean place, a young girl was granted life by a father whom she did not know, and who did not bestow her his last name. He belongs to "that place" that she dreams of every day in her monotonous life, where she works behind the reception desk in an old run-down hotel. The detrimental silence in Sokcho is broken by a guest who came looking for the lines of his drawings in that forgotten environment. , , Beyond the sea, rifles are aimed from within the watchtowers of North Korea. And within the sea are fish that resemble the girl, surrendering to the current without reaching anywhere. The guest comes from "that place" too. He carries all of his ambiguities and papers that he crumples whenever inspiration betrays him, and some ink that is impotent of shaping the terrains of an unapproachable woman. , , Despite the intensity of the dazzling neon lights in the dark town, the pungent smell of the fish market, and the whispers of curiosity and desire, the two places are separated by the impermissible mined distance and questions that do not strive for answers. A foggy distance heaped with emotional complexity. That Winter in Sokcho, the frigid weather had a different taste, and a season like no other
