Imagine an island.
Within this island there is another island.
And within this other island there is a city: a city with two different names.
Inside this city with two names, flows a river.
This is its autobiography.

Is the story of a river able to reveal a sense of life imprisoned by History? Despite the end of the conflict, in Northern Ireland there is still a city with two different names: Derry, for Catholics, Londonderry for Protestants. In the middle of the city, flows the river Foyle, which acts as their liquid border. A visionary and surreal autobiography of a river that ended up being what it wasn’t supposed to be: a liquid wall, dividing two sides separated by 40 years of conflict.
Through dreamlike/ oneiric sequences and archive material made by ordinary Irish people in the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s the River invites us to reflect on issues that are going beyond its own edges: what is a border? Are the dreams of those who lived before the violent conflict different from those dreamed today? And above all, what happened to our dreams?
A film-reverie, where a river becomes the paradigm of any possible border and any imaginable trespass.