From Savagery

In the heat of Barcelona beats the heart of a new, young underclass. Once the bright future of Venezuela, it disappeared after the country's surreal collapse.

From savagery these friends emerge and take flight. Thrumming with life, there before the world but under its radar, they have escaped hunger and worse in Caracas. Now they pedal the streets as fast-food delivery "riders", prostitutes and dealers, scratching their living at speed through the streets of a new city whose punishing hills and dark alleys they navigate at risk, visible in fleeting moments at a doorstep, on a corner, or weaving through rush-hour traffic.

Savages to some they become hypnotic fireflies here, discovering identity, surviving insult, questioning gender, finding love, trying to forget, or is it to remember, but alive and supporting each other through stories of fear, horror, laughter and hope.

María Eugenia pedals 84 frenetic hours a week, her body broken and bleeding, rapid orders pushing through to her phone that rings non-stop. She has kept in touch with Cheo who looks forward to the arrival of his girlfriend from Venezuela but has yet to tell her he is married to Andrés. Nataly has turned to prostitution only to fall in love with Sasha, her mysterious Russian client, while El Loco tries to establish himself as a drug dealer in Madrid on the back of a clouded past in Caracas where From Savagery opens in a funeral home and at the very moment Angélica realises she can't afford her mother's burial.

This generation comes alive through its language; it is as distinct as the friendship shared: crackling, proud, and without apology, a gust of fresh air bringing with it the spirit of a new life.