Un vieil homme parcourt la steppe kazakhe au volant de sa voiture. En souvenir d’un amour passé, il s’arrête près du lac de Bartogay, un bouquet de fleurs à la main. Mais en tentant de descendre de la voiture, elle refuse de s’ouv...
An old man crosses the boundless Kazakh steppe, driving alone. Haunted by memories of a lost love, he stops by Bartogay Lake, flowers in hand. But as he tries to step out, his car door refuses to open, trapping him between past and present.
