Sirens

Endless are the waves breaking upon the beach. A person comes into frame: Dark skin, long hair, black pants rolled up just above the ankles, barefoot. With slow but determined steps, like a sleepwalker, as if under the spell of a siren, the individual approaches the sea and wades in. As the water rises above the first person's knees, another follows. Then a third. A suspicion grows that the cycle is never-ending. (Berlinale)