Synopsis for the Theatrical Short Porgandite Öö (Night Of The Carrots)

It's highly unlikely that anybody has any premonition of the approaching catastrophe. Least of all Diego, a man whose name can be read from his face. But suddenly, your shoes are filled with water. The click of Julia's heels echoes in the corridor. Underground no longer speaks in a whisper. This is how it usually begins... And at some point, the only hope that remains is- the Night of the Carrots.

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