Mansur Madavi takes us inside a landscape that is part dream, part mythic vision, and part nostaglia. The film is filtered through the memory of Lorenzo Montalban, whose distant childhood is portrayed like the fragments of a feverish mirage. His Chilean village, now sinking under years of drifting desert sand, was once a beloved home. One threatening morning, however, he had to leave. Now, when he closes his eyes, he can still see the splinters of what he left behind: his lonely school, sweltering under the desert sun; the harsh schoolmaster's strap; a pigeon hunter... For Madavi, cinema is a way to bypass cultural preconceptions, taking us right into the heart of existence. (Toronto Festival)