The movie was shot in Bolivia, where the director grew up. It's a poetical dive into the memories of a man searching for his lost mother and land; an elegiac meditation about the impossible mourning of childhood.
Bolivia... how much do we really know about this small landlocked country in the heart of South America? A few "postcard" images, folk music, tourist souvenirs... it is hardly possible to confuse it with a neighbouring country and to place it on a map...
And yet, Bolivia, this beggar sitting on a golden throne, home of military coups (180 in 150 years) and nibbled away by its big neighbours during lost wars, is capable of anything but leaving indifferent those who venture there.
This is the case of the director, who spent his adolescence there and has not stopped going back ever since, thus conceiving a real addiction for this country synonymous with insane wealth and appalling misery, passion and tragedy, but also for this people who has never lost its roots, its landmarks, its values... He also has an intimate knowledge of them: The enchantment of the cities, the magic in the depths of the countryside, the roads of death that lead to the edges of the giant Amazon, the rituals and myths inherited from the time before the Spanish conquest, the festivals that take us back to the great hours of Upper Peru, when Potosi was the third largest city in the western world and half the world's currency was minted there, the human tragedy concentrated today in the depths of the tin mines or on the windswept Altiplano, the tragedy, but also the energy, the energy that moves mountains with individual and collective dreams.