A father and a daughter separated by something that remains unspoken, but palpable throughout the film. Memories are all we have access to. Memories and letters that point to a less distant future.
The passage of time in Mihály Fekete’s house, on the outskirts of Budapest, is measured by the growth of the plants, the tone of the photographs and the accounts of the family’s many journeys. The house is the space of memory, and for this father it is also the space of his daughter Réka, an artist whose work adorns every corner. A daughter very present in all the stories and in the enormous silence of her absence. We gradually realize that father and daughter live far apart, but what the film shows us is how much unites them. And in the silence of the banana trees in the living room, we discover the circumstances that dictate the estrangement of the two and the tenderness that surrounds their acceptance. Love is free and not always tangible. Distance has reasons that love knows and respects. (Margarida Moz)
