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.
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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