A woman works hard for her Family, she cleans hous
A woman works hard for her Family, she cleans houses and do everything for her Familly, today is her day for payement she took her money and went to her place, on the road she felt that somone is following her, so she started running as she was very close to her house. she takes her keys, the keys fall on the ground but she continiued untill she opened and closed the door. it is 4 in the morning birds are singing and little sound of trafic starts increasing, Baru is sleeping in the street below a huge ellection panel. Coco’s salesman wakes him up and asks him to move away, Baru wakes up and goes to the gas station next door, he washes his face, brushes his teeth and pisses while singing a patriotic song, In the meantime he heard a noise coming from the street outside, it was a group of young people running with flags in the street, it was the supporters of a local political party. he runs to follow them and mingles with the crowd, he sings with them and he amuses himself until he gets tired and he comes out of the demonstration to sit on the pavement and lies down, sweating and dying of thirst.
The Weight of the Day
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT
The apartment is small but clean, meticulously so. MARISA (40s, weary but strong) counts a wad of cash. The exhaustion etched on her face is palpable. She’s dressed in worn but practical clothes.
MARISA
(to herself, a sigh escaping her lips)
Enough for groceries… maybe a little extra for Maria’s shoes.
She gathers her belongings, a worn handbag slung over her shoulder.
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
Marisa walks briskly, her pace quickening. She glances over her shoulder. A shadowy figure seems to be keeping pace behind her. Her heart pounds.
MARISA
(whispering)
Oh, God…
She breaks into a run, her breath catching in her throat. She’s almost home. Fumbling with her keys, they clatter onto the pavement. She doesn’t stop, just scrambles for the door, unlocking and slamming it shut. She leans against it, her body trembling.
EXT. STREET – DAWN (4:00 AM)
The first light of dawn filters through the city. Birds chirp a hesitant chorus. The faint rumble of early morning traffic begins. BARU (20s, gaunt, clothes rumpled) lies asleep curled on the pavement below a massive election billboard.
A COCA-COLA SALESMAN (30s, brisk) approaches, kicking Baru gently.
SALESMAN
Hey! Wake up! You can’t sleep here. It’s not safe.
Baru groans, sits up, eyes blinking in the dim light.
EXT. GAS STATION – DAWN
Baru shuffles into the gas station convenience store. He splashes water on his face, brushes his teeth with a battered toothbrush, and then relieves himself in the restroom, all the while singing a jaunty, slightly off-key patriotic song.
BARU
(Singing)
…Our nation, strong and true… our flag will forever fly…
He hears a commotion outside.
EXT. STREET – DAWN
A wave of young people surges past the gas station, waving flags and chanting slogans. They are fervent supporters of a local political party.
Baru’s eyes widen. He quickly joins them, his initial weariness replaced by a sudden burst of energy. He falls into step, singing along, his voice joining the chorus. He’s caught up in the excitement, the camaraderie.
EXT. STREET – LATER
The demonstration winds down. Baru, exhausted but exhilarated, peels away from the thinning crowd. He collapses onto the pavement, sweat beading on his forehead. He’s parched.
He stares at the sky, the rising sun painting the cityscape in hues of orange and gold. The weight of the night, the weight of his own life, settles heavily upon him. He is alone again, his brief moment of belonging fading into the quiet dawn. The vibrant colours of the political flags are now a stark contrast to the grey monotony of his existence. The weight of the day, and the many days to follow, descends.
