Poetic images of nature in the opening credits lead us on the wrong track. The motorcyclist has been lying under his machine for a long time. At the moment of death, memories emerge. Flashbacks to family history, speechlessness in the face of death in harsh cuts.
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Poetic images of nature in the opening credits lead us on the wrong track. The motorcyclist has been lying under his machine for a long time. At the moment of death, memories emerge. Flashbacks to family history, speechlessness in the face of death in harsh cuts.