90% of everything we consume is shipped to us by boat. Seablindness explores the environment in which land meets the sea, the interstitial space of ports where capital is concentrated and distributed. Endless depos, cranes capable of moving hundreds of tons with disturbing precision, gigantic ships ready to sail to the other side of the world. A patient observation however reveals a different perspective: a naked child learning to swim in the shade of a crane, wild birds grazing by the container towers, young people in kayaks blocking the dock for a brief moment. On a journey along the varied edges, we intercept a radio communication between a port official and an abandoned seafarer overcome by a strange sickness. The documentary poem explores ecological anxiety. It is not, however, about the people who feel it, but for them.

90% of everything we consume is shipped to us by boat. Seablindness explores There are 550,000 private security personnel in South Africa—outnumbering all of the country’s police and military combined. They are part of a security industry worth billions. With inequality and crime there having reached extremely high levels, the industry exploits the fears of primarily white wealthy citizens by offering weapons, fences, surveillance systems, and drones. In Fear Nothing, Tuva Björk follows the security guards who protect Johannesburg’s elite, day and night. A disturbing picture emerges of ingrained racism, militarization of public spaces, unlawful violence, toxic masculinity, and sadism—all presented under the guise of “love for the job.” Ultimately, these security measures don’t make people feel any safer; instead, they fuel an atmosphere of constant tension and paranoia.

Shayma’ was six years old when the Second Intifada broke out. More than twenty years later, she opens a box of old videotapes that starts her search for memories. In voice-over she addresses her mother, who says she is blessed with a poor memory. Shayma’, by contrast, still remembers exactly what she wore on her first day of school: her new school uniform with a lace collar and a white bow in her hair. She also remembers spying her birthday cake through a crack in the kitchen door of their house, which had been confiscated by Israeli soldiers. These glimpses into an intimate world are contrasted with stark images of the city, including scenes of tanks blocking the streets of Hebron, endless checkpoints, houses being destroyed, the wounded and the dead, and children playing among the rubble and trees.
Personal memories and collective trauma intertwine to form a powerful portrait of a childhood lived under occupation, offering a perspective on the present and the future. The film is dedicated to Shayma’s mother, who taught her to cherish the scent of almond blossoms in spring, and to all the mothers of Palestine.

Under the cover of darkness the city's walls and streets echo footsteps - some hurried, some hesitant. A solitary figure traverses the night, finding fleeting refuge in its stillness...