
Everysummer,thePolishworkerscometotheSwedishcountrysideandpickstrawberries.Theyarrivebycaravan,tendingthefieldsalldayandkeepingtothemselvesatnight,whilethelandownershardlybothertolearntheirnames.It’sacycleassureastheseasonsthemselves,thoughthisyearisdifferentasoneoftheforeignfruit-pickers’kidsisoldenoughtotakeaninterestinthehostfamily’sdaughter,andthereamongthestrawberries,acaseofyoungloveblossomsforthefirsttime,complicatingtheentirearrangement–forthemigrantworkersareexpectedtomakethemselvesinvisible.Inthissensitive,sun-kissedteenageromance,SwedishdirectorWiktorEricssoninvitesustorecognizeandidentifywiththesefacelessoutsiders,askingforequalityonthesimplestterms.Thoughthesettingmaybespecific,itsappealisuniversal,boastingatexturesorich,youcanpracticallysmelltheripestrawberriesintheair.



