‘The heights’ starts from the grim reality of the anomalous trade on the borders of Ceuta and Melilla that break apart

Africa from Europe.

Its foundation comes from the repetitive pilgrimage that hundreds of female porters carry out every day from one side

of the border to the other. This piece speculates about the transcendence of the burden, the impossibility of achieving

a better life, slavery and resignation.

Svetlana stares into the salt desert with her only eye. Gulshat runs an empty hotel. Captain records traces of the vanishing sea, and Sergei drives tourists across its bare, glittering seabed. The last people of Mo´ynoq who remember the original shore of drying Aral Sea… Their days are intertwined with memories of the glorious past of the fishing power and dreams of the return of the great water. The present is a cemetery of ships that will never set sail from the port again.

In the land occupied with the sprayers army, no one has the right to grow any kind of plants, either in public or private. So many of the people and soldiers do not even know how does a plant grow or look like, until one day one of the soldiers finds a seed buried deep down in the dust and his curiosity is just the beginning of something extraordinary, something big, something revolutionary.