Krvavý milenec

Mist floats above vast iron shafts, suggesting the arrival of something horrifying. The ever-present, large pipes lace through the landscape, just like the trains. He lives in this mysterious place, unseen, hidden from the world. Black coal doesn't tumble between his fingers, nor does he dig in the pit. From his hands, creations of blood, screams and fear are born. (FamuFest)