In the twilight of our years, what comes to us is our fondest memories, in hopes that we will be granted access to them once again.

Martin's journey finally ends, and he's not alone any longer.

When the walls we erect about ourselves serve to shut out those who wish to help us, we create our own suffering.

Love is something that can be expressed and interpreted in many different ways, and is often misinterpreted until it's too late.

When someone becomes an implement to life more than an actor within it, what is left for them?

What can you do when your crime is being born with no memories?

Martin is looking for help anywhere he can find it, even if that help comes from a judgmental psychiatrist.

Child, adult, soldier, husband, grandfather...slave to his own body in the end.

No matter how close a couple are in a relationship, ultimately they are both strangers to each other.

Enter the battlefields of WWII with Ernesto as he discovers a stranger in his midst and sets the man off on an unexpected journey.