In the middle of the city, a river flows: the Foyle, which, physically separating them, has unwittingly become their physical border.
A surreal reverie, which flirts with the language of dreams and water on the concept of separation, of borders (geographical and mental), narrated from the point of view of the river, which becomes the narrator and the protagonist, where dream and reality intertwine in a sort of magical autobiography.
The River Foyle invites us to reflect on issues that transcend its own boundaries: what is a border? Where does the love of people once divided end? Are the dreams of those who lived before the conflict different from those we yearn for today? And above all, where have our dreams gone?
