Pau is 33 years old, the age of Christ. With Judit, they have just bought an apartment in Barcelona’s Raval. They’re happy. They look at each other tenderly as they take the objects out of the boxes and put them in their place. A monologue that seeks the words of all the silences that inhabit a family, a town. An auto-fiction of the inheritance received, of an attempt to build a home. What would we be capable of to defend our home? What would we do to save a child?
