Gastón Markotic

Dannenberg lives alone in a house lost in the middle of the countryside, hunting for food, and living immersed in monotony. Every day he stands in front of two graves, crowned by a wooden circle. One afternoon, he sees, in the distance, the silhouettes of two people approaching. Finally, the house's grandfather clock begins to tick on its own. What he had been waiting for has arrived, and from now on, things become unpredictable.