An unprejudiced portrait of Spanish folklore and a crude analysis in black and white of its intimate relationship with atavism and superstition, with violence and pain, with blood and death; a story of terror, a journey to the most sinister and ancestral Spain; the one that lived far from the most visited tourist destinations, from the economic miracle and unstoppable progress, relentlessly promoted by the Franco regime during the sixties.

A woman uselessly insists on entertaining a man by telling him stories that don’t interest him as much as his works. A film about the impossibility of telling a story that, to this end, concentrates on the story of two people who have a relationship that is destined to fail.

Patricia (Mijanou Bardot) is a wealthy party girl who is bored with her jet-set lifestyle and friends. She gets in her car and drives off into the mountains in search of a new thrill. When two men wreck and burn her car, she joins them in their mountaineering life. She sleeps with one man, but jealousy ensues and she leaves for swinging London town with the other man. Eventually the men end up back in the mountains as the profoundly disturbed Patricia packs a loaded gun and goes after them both.

A rich businessman, Julián, runs a foundation that seeks cures for people with disabilities or abnormalities. During one experiment he finds an extraordinary being, but it is just a mirage, as cerebral abnormalities begin to appear, and the being does not want to return to its primitive state.

An investigation into the motives of Spanish workers who migrated to Switzerland in the late 50s, early 60s turns into a sometimes caustic, sometimes melancholic rumination on the land they left behind. A work in between cultures and cinematic modes, a starting point, an opening statement - a clarion call.