It looks like the past is stubborn and refuses to leave us alone. Radu Jude and Adrian Cioflâncă team up again in a new adventure aimed at recovering a history which was swept under the rug by years of intense denial. From the beginning of WWII, the Romanian Army’s Roșiori Regiment kept some notes on military operations. From a mere collection of observations and personal impressions, the diary becomes a precise chronicle of several micro-moments of the great War, of the capturing and the murdering of Jews on this piece of land crossed by the Prut river, as the notes are stripped of the charm that turns a diary into one of the most beautiful truth-recording mechanisms, be it individual or historical truth. These accounts, however, do transcend their banality, and the writings take on a new aura of meaning when there are juxtaposed with photographs of soldiers, the sunny landscape, and the future victims of the local Holocaust. The atrocity is even more present if we relate to it through purely descriptive phrases and album photos. Behind the lines of soldiers, layers of an indifferent landscape. On the water surface, rays of sunshine. ”Weather report: beautiful weather.” (Andreea Chiper)