A film about the Holocaust? A film about trains? A film about both things in which the playwright and film go hand in hand in Sérgio Tréfaut’s latest proposal. Voices in the night, trains in the fog, naked bodies in the railway wagons that travel across the east of Europe guided by the ghosts of the Nazi extermination. Two questions: if the Holocaust can be told in a different way, perhaps it is because everything is never told. And secondly: if poetry existed during Auschwitz, perhaps it can also exist afterwards. Travellers with a single destination, Treblinka Camp, in the north-west of Poland, without a return ticket, lo terrible. The present, past and future are merged in the image that trembles during its exploration of the Nazi horror and reverberates in the personal testimonies with their fascinating dramatization in the first person.
