Chantrea (31) lies sweating in her primitive bed, suffering from AIDS, while other patients look through the window. She dreams of a cure and looks forward to the end of her disease. Chantrea is not afraid of dying and forgives her husband for his human weaknes.
I spent 3 months following women in late stages of AIDS until the day they parted with this life. My intention was to document and tell their stories of their dreams and thoughts, knowing their life was soon coming to an end, having no means or possibility to do anything with it, than to reconcile with themselves and their husbands, whom in all of the cases, were the ones to infect them with HIV in the first place, having had unprotected sex with a prostitute.
A certain escape.