Clara cannot accept her father's recent death: there has to be something else. Thus, seeking through papers, she finds signs that leads her to a remote lake in Tajikistan where she believes her father had another life. But once there, what is the use of revealing the deep secret of whom one loves? What's the point of revealing it? Does not striving to discover it respond only to her own pettiness? And she understands, building her own secret, that in everyone there is a very deep place, only...