Vera is one of my closest friends. We made films together and travelled the world. Vera is writing poems. Beautiful ones. She is goofy and witty and filming wacky videos about herself.
Than she suddenly calls me: “I need your help." Vera is suffering from a severe depression. Out of the blue. Something went wrong within her brain. I am helpless. What happened to the Vera I used to know? I start talking to doctors and scientists. They are helpless themselves. Also, I am asking Vera. Remembering good old days, reading letters out loud to each other, going out dancing. Together, we are looking to find images and words for this strange and shitty feeling.