In this story (within a story) a man is remembering his years as a little boy living in Madrid during World War II, particularly important because his mother committed suicide in 1942. Scenes flip back and forth between the man in the present, and the man as a little boy, very much attached to his mother and intensely disliking his father. As these memories move into the complexities of life back then, the story stops and it is shown to be something entirely different than what it seemed. ~ Eleanor Mannikka, Rovi