It's Sunday. A father and his son spend the whole day fishing, talking, checking the status of their relation. The adult perceives in the answers of his son autonomy of his thought. Inside of him, he harbours the sorrow of the father’s absence. Maybe they will succeed in sealing this important moment of reunion, the implicit attempt of shortening the distance, regaining the lost time. The film ends with surprising documentary twist which deals with modern-day capitalism, taking place in the same region of Prekmurje, and even more surprisingly fits the story.
Paraphrasing director's words, let the film be poetry, let the silent engines run the story.
“The locations are places of my childhood, which came to my mind strongly without any reason after a long time. Like the taste of cake with tea for Marcel Proust, these images opened the past for me. The story does not come from my life but it does come from my heart.
Language is a place, in which you spend most of your time and, especially in silence, language becomes like a paradise. And sometimes also a space where you create a new world, a new life”, says Vlado Škafar.