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Five women in a house above the valley. An unchanging order in which they have waited for years for a young man - their son and brother - to return. And today, he has returned. He arrived at dusk. At a time when they had given up hope of ever seeing him again. He arrived exhausted, perhaps by the wars, perhaps by the long journeys. He collapsed on the doorstep, without saying a word. They put him to bed in his childhood bedroom and wait again. But their patience wears thin as the night wears on... Old wounds reopen, they talk about events they've kept silent about for years... as if this man's life were to replace theirs... as if a few words could justify the lost years... as if the story could create the history of a life... waiting and hoping... And no one knows whether this man is fast asleep or has returned home to die...