In the autumn of 1935, the girl fell asleep on a bench in Berlin.
When she wakes up again, she arrives in Victorian London and meets a gentleman.
She is Jewish and lives in Berlin in 1935.
He was the owner of the manor and lived in the Dolomites in 1846.
That humble man, in order to prove all this, cut his own wrist to let her confirm her truth.
That little skeleton-like girl, she always thought that she had been on the run.
Until, as a newspaper reporter, she was involved in a conspiracy in Berlin.
Friends, relatives, bosses, they may be hiding bigger secrets, just like the hourglass on the Hanover, the sand at the two poles is always alternating, and everything will eventually return to dust.
I saw you, I fell in love with you, I recognized you,
But I'm sorry, I can't love you.
Maybe this is my atonement.
Concept: Time is fate and also a prison. The two poles of history never really alternate; they pass simultaneously.
