The lives of two children, brother and sister, are turned upside down by the separa9on of their parents and the departure of their father, a tightrope walker. From the countryside where they live, the town squares where the touring performances are held, they move to the city with their mother. The thought of their absent and idealised father materialises when he appears, suspended with his balancer between the roofs of the buildings. The dreamy figure of the 9ghtrope walker, becomes a metaphor of emo9onal distance, of an impossible relationship that two children cannot bridge, lea alone to puzzle the dynamics of an abandonment, between bitterness and admiration for that impossible love. On the occasion of a new performance, all four meet again. The beauty of the performance, over the heads of the open-mouthed crowd, manifests the greatness of his art, but once on the ground, close to them, the children must confront the man, in the flesh, and his shortcomings as a parent.
My father was a 9ghtrope walker all his life. He held spectators around the world in suspense as he walked on a steel wire suspended 30, 50 metres high without any safety net. The ephemeral beauty of those performances now exists only in the minds of those who were able to see with their own eyes a man walking through the sky. His art always took him elsewhere, un9l he lea us completely at the 9me of his separation from my mother. During childhood, everything is teaching, even an abandonment, creeping into a person's fibres and generating a distorted awareness of what it means to be loved. Healing trauma is a lifelong journey that for everyone begins with healing the betrayed hopes of that child, lea to untangle the reasons for abandonment. In my own journey, it has been crucial to find myself in the cinematic mirror. With sincerity, I want to share my story, hoping that it will.
