At half past five in the afternoon, on the riverfront in Quibdó, the sun begins to sink behind the Atrato. The champas, long wooden canoes, come back loaded with plantains. A boy skips stones across the brown water, and someone turns up the chirimía on a speaker. Nobody says goodbye to the sun. Nobody on this bank believes the sun is dying.

Chocó is one of Colombia's richest regions in biodiversity and culture, yet one of the poorest in infrastructure, public services, and state presence. This contradiction is not accidental: it is the result of historical neglect, whose first victims are invariably the Black and Indigenous populations. When a catastrophe occurs, we speak of fate.

En Colombia, en América Latina, en los circuitos de festivales, la etiqueta se aplica con generosidad cada vez que una cámara es sostenida por manos negras o indígenas. El gesto parece inclusivo. Lo que hace, en la práctica, es otra cosa: traza una frontera entre el cine y el cine de los otros.