In the middle of summer, five women rehearse a play in an old mill, isolated from the world.
During the San Fermín celebrations in Pamplona in 1969, a man died when the bulls were let loose. There was nothing to identify him, except for the letter “H” on his keyring. Carlos Pardo Ros imagines this man’s last night: a drunken nocturnal stroll with the ghosts of H, at one of the world’s biggest folk festivals.
Five women in their 30s, friends since their school days, go on their annual getaway. But this year, one of them has just been diagnosed with cancer.
Marisa, a recently retired doctor, decides to travel as a volunteer to a Greek refugee camp where, in her opinion, they need people exactly like her. When she gets there, it becomes clear that she is nothing like the other volunteers. When she meets little Ahmed, the boundaries between the need to care and the need to feel useful begin to blur.
Two couples in their thirties, heated discussions on the essentials of life unfolding between Madrid and the neighbouring countryside.
Human bones are found at the Garizmendi farmhouse. Farmers Fermin and Karmen call their son Nestor, who reports the matter to the authorities. But, when the agents turn up, the bones are gone. Suddenly, the bell on the nearby chapel begins to peal. This bad omen announces the coming of tragic events and reopens old wounds within the family and those around it.