The story of a man. Maybe two. A father who leaves home taking nothing with him but the mailbox and a suitcase. He sits on a garden bench, on the street, waiting for a son's answer. Every day he sends him a letter and every day he hopes to get a letter back. Every day he combs his hair, puts a tie on, and shaves to be ready to receive that letter by the time the postman passes by.
Portugal
