Horse Money

Ventura, an elderly immigrant from Cape Verde, lies in a hospital bed in Lisbon. His mind drifts through time, weaving together memories of colonial war in Africa, backbreaking labor on Portuguese construction sites, and the ghosts of his past. Hallucinations and reality merge into a single stream: he sees comrades-in-arms, hears political slogans, feels the weight of history on his shoulders. Static, almost painterly frames hold his face, etched with a silent question to a world that has forgotten his sacrifices. This is a journey not of plot, but through the inner landscape of memory, where personal trauma intertwines with the collective history of a generation.