What comes to your mind if you think of a hidden place? Of a lost place? Of a place you found for yourself alone in the utmost wilderness. Four people share their stories. Mountain walks lead to Ice Elf City across rivers with a strange irridescent blue.
A combination of interviews and fieldrecordings, a rough edit done high up in the sky at night, in an airplace heading back to Berlin, 30.000 feet above the sea.
Jónìna Marta Arnasdóttir, IS
‘Susan Beattie, UK
Halldór Heiðar Bjarnason, IS
Charlotte Law, UK
Poem “Failed walk” and organ snippet by Charlotte Law. Martian language bit originally by Helene Smith (1861-1929).
My greatest thanks to Fljótstunga Residency and to the Goethe-Institut, Munich.
Field recordings & production: Gabi Schaffner/raw audio 2015