In the late afternoon of 21st of December 1989, in Cugir, public institutions were burning to the ground. How did the smallest city to rise up in the Revolution defeat the established dictatorship in just one day?
Over the course of two weeks, I met with some of my favorite Icelandic artists to learn what makes up the place’s spirit and where the appetite for life comes from in darkness.
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