suddenly
I should have stayed at home, I should have stayed at home, I should have stayed at home, for some time, seconds, hours, I can do nothing,
suddenly I stop
Violeta is driving along a lonely stretch of late-night motorway, in the midst of a fearsome storm. When her tired eyes close for just a second, her car veers off the road, rolls down a muddy embankment, over and over, and comes to rest on an empty stretch of sodden ground.
And as she lies amid the wreckage of her car, suspended between this world and the next, Violeta''s life will quite literally flash before her eyes . . .
Scenes from her past overlap with what happened right before the accident: her upbringing with her distant, critical mother; her father''s mysterious double-life; her troubled relationship with her daughter; her life on the road as she drives between waxing product-selling appointments with breaks at motorway service sta
