Death is denatured when it is not the proper exit from the scene. Because leaving this world erases all traces of memory. What is never completely natural is the death of that loved one who was always there, even less in a complete tragedy. The most unexpected losses can lead us to searches that are as impossible as they are necessary. Because what escapes reason, custom and the heart also needs any explanation or meaning. And there are always missing unspoken words that do not fit in the shared time that it was. Those are the words we entrust to the wind, if we can finally utter them...
When thirty-year-old Yui loses her mother and three-year-old daughter in a tsunami, she begins to measure the passage of time from then: everything revolves around March 11, 2011, when the tidal wave devastated Japan and pain washed over her.
One day he hears about a man who has an abandoned phone booth in his garden, where people come from all over Japan to talk to those who are no longer there and find peace in grief. Soon, Yui makes her own pilgrimage there, but when she picks up the phone she can't find the strength to utter a single word. She then meets Takeshi, a doctor whose four-year-old daughter has stopped speaking after the death of her mother, and her life is turned upside down.
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