SYNOPSIS

A motorcade of conquering soldiers and officers rolls past of group of villagers, engaged in the mourning of their dead.

A commanding officer raises his hand in a familiar salute: One we've seen before. The kind from nightmares.

One-by-one the villagers must comply. One man, the life long gone from his eyes, does not make an effort to follow.

All eyes fall upon him. The tension begins to ratchet, the warriors tempers are raised. The crowd parts, as a soldier dismounts. The would-be executioners make their way toward him, hands on their weapons… only to find an unexpected discovery awaiting them…