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Last Days of Summer 

A summer idyll in a thriving family vineyard is interrupted by an assault on Yana, one of its young seasonal workers. The victim’s story can only be confirmed by one person: her friend Tosia. The teenager faces a difficult moral dilemma between justice and protecting her family. What will she choose?
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A summer idyll in a thriving family vineyard is interrupted by an assault on Yana, one of its young seasonal workers. The victim’s story can only be confirmed by one person: her friend Tosia. The teenager faces a difficult moral dilemma between justice and protecting her family. What will she choose?

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Klaudia Kęska
Written By:Klaudia Kęska
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Runtime:28 minutes
Studio:Szkoła Filmowa im. Krzysztofa Kieślowskiego - Uniwersytet Śląski

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