The cellist Murad, looking to say goodbye to his life, meets Rana the dancer in the same park that she never frequented but where she was also one inch away from suicide. Key moment, coincidence, inscrutable paradox or rather mystery of destiny; inscrutable because since each experience is personal, and we will never be able to experience the same anguish that our neighbor suffers from a loss - more or less common among men - whether material, much less opportunity do we have to understand their moral, spiritual affliction of that who, like the octogenarian, has abandoned or lost him in his mo…
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