EL BOSQUE

Dannenberg, lives alone in a house lost in the middle of the field, hunts for food and lives submerged in monotony. Every day he stands in front of two graves, topped by a wooden circle. One afternoon he sees, in the distance, the silhouette of two people approaching the place. Finally, the pendulum clock of the house begins to tick by itself. What I expected has arrived and things from now on become unpredictable.