
Calanques
Aurelie MbekiThree teenagers walk two hours into the calanques for a last swim, and the one who organised the day has not said why it is the last.

Seven films about the specific heat of a summer that is ending. A cliff in Marseille, a housing block in Berlin, a municipal pool in Ontario, a hot afternoon in Buenos Aires. Nobody in these films is on holiday. They live there, and the season is doing something to them anyway. Best watched with a window open and the lights off.

Three teenagers walk two hours into the calanques for a last swim, and the one who organised the day has not said why it is the last.

A man puts up an above-ground pool eleven inches over the property line and spends a Saturday negotiating with the neighbour who measured it.

The caretaker's daughter has keys to every flat in the block and spends a summer renting out the empty ones by the hour.

In a town where everything shuts from one until five, a fourteen-year-old spends the siesta hours teaching herself to drive her father's car around the block.

A man who tapes other actors' auditions in his North Hollywood garage keeps the Tuesday slot open for a woman who has not booked a job in four years.

A biologist walks Portland between midnight and five, following collared coyotes with a directional antenna and a paper notebook.

A fifteen-year-old with a Saturday job at a Dublin carpet showroom is told to sell one particular roll before six, and nobody will say why.