The first frame was darkness, then the phone’s light swinging like a metronome. A woman’s laugh — sharp, unguarded — and the muffled roar of a crowd. The footage jittered; subtitles bled white across the bottom. The soundtrack was layered: on top of dialog an undertone of someone’s commentary, breathy and conspiratorial, as if the filmer were narrating a private translation for an absent friend. The image resolved into a crowd-packed single-screen cinema where an actor, mid-scene, spoke a line about a village by a river. It was ordinary and incandescent. The camera caught a child in the aisle mimicking the hero’s expression; a man nearby clapped so hard his watch chimed.