My name is Laia. I was born here, under the silence of the blue Sky. I work on the land with my family. We’ve been here for generations, one after the other, like the plants that we grow. Time slowly harvests us, one by one, like the leaves that we gather. The Land starves us as much as it feeds us, and we give back as much as we take from her. Everything seems unchangeable, enshrined in Nature, in the order of things... And yet, as everything compels us to accept it, there isn’t a second that goes by without me feeling eaten away by the suffering of those I love, without every fragment of my soul being enraged at this blind Sky