"I like your work. I want you to photograph me." Three in the morning, a message from a stranger. No profile picture, no last name. Just Anna. Tomek photographs abandoned places, rusted bridges, forgotten tracks. No one writes to him like this. No one phrases it like an order. Three days later she is standing in front of him. On a disused railway bridge in Upper Silesia, in the golden light of late summer. Older than he is. More beautiful than pretty could ever be. And she knows exactly what she wants. Tomek raises the camera because he doesn't know what else to do with his hands. But Anna hasn't come to be photographed. She has come to take. And she takes her time.



Three in the morning, a message from a stranger: she wants him to photograph her. On an abandoned bridge in Upper Silesia, Tomek realizes too late that he is not the one holding the camera. Anna takes what she wants.