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A suicide bomber detonates himself at a club in Tel Aviv. A young man dies in the massacre; his name is Ariel Anav, he is Italian and wears the uniform of the Israeli Army. Upon arrival at Ben Gurion Airport, the parents, Micòl and Daniel, are told that they will have to wait to get their son’s body back: he and the suicide bomber were so close that the deflagration mixed their remains.
How do you call someone who is orphaned by a son? The word does not exist. Sons grow up next to us but we know only a fraction of them; the rest is mystery. With sons there are no calculations, sons are lost and found, but Micòl can no longer find her own. Looking for Arièl’s last days, her mother discovers his secrets: a love that overrides walls and a friendship that can overturn destiny. Unexpected passions and mysterious fragilities, wounds that heal only by sinking the blade. Along with her, with regret and anger, with pride and atrocious nostalgia, her father, grandmother, lover and friend also face grief. Each has his Ariel in his head and each wants to chase him where he can no longer be reached. All will manage to patch up the past and find themselves. Death calls for death, but life demands life, and at the score written by fate Micòl will discover that she can change the ending. People do not get lost, we think we have lost them.