She goes about her monotonous, lonely routine: shelling beans, cooking dinner, cleaning the bathroom and waiting for him. He is nothing more than a ghost in a uniform. Panama’s military dictatorship has left its mark on the family. Wounds and guilt are buried in silence, healing is impossible: the experiences have inscribed themselves too deeply. But the body does not forget – neither the torture nor the dancing. A filmmaker’s tender portrait of her grandparents.
(Berlin Film Festival)