Synopsis

Night is falling in the village square of Santa Maria Poghju and Yutaro, 30, Japanese, rather tall and sporty-looking, holds a a plastic rifle in his hand. Leaning against the balustrade, he stares out for a few seconds. From this village perched on the mountain he sees the eastern plain below and, in the distance, the sea: dark and hostile. hostile. A few small ferry lights move languidly across it.