A film made of burning books, windows and calendars. A quarantine film with lies, fictions, post-truths and alterations of the confined memory. A film written in forty days of silence, as notes for another future film, in a city less and less recognizable. Cervantes, connoisseur of confinements and pandemics, presides over a game of mirrors between centuries that connects Madrid and Beijing, while his creatures filter news, gestures and political strategies from the daily press in the spring of 2020, in a sleepwalking and unreal Madrid.
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