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Heard any news since yesterday?

You should have heard

the way she screamed.

A very long, very high pitch.

It stopped as it was at its strongest.

- Then it started again slowly.

- I was there.

Just once more, I think.

I may have screamed like that once.

When I had my child.

If you knew how much I screamed...

I know everything, almost everything.

Did you hear something more?

They'd met exactly six months earlier.

Six months.

- Was their encounter an accident?

- An accident.

He used to walk to work

past her house every day.

She could see him.

That's how it all began between them.

She used to look out the window

early in the morning.

He could see her too.

She was a woman who often

looked at men in the morning.

On their way to work at the arsenal.

But it's only after she noticed him

that she realised how bored she was.

Bored for a long time,

bored watching the other men.

While the other women in town

were still asleep.

How did they start

talking to each other?

You see, she was living in a house...

surrounded by a big garden

and a metal fence.

In the evening,

especially at this time of year,

her child and her husband asleep,

she'd go for a stroll.

She'd walk to the fence

and look at the street.

She'd walk randomly...

She had trouble sleeping.

Her neighbourhood was very quiet,

especially in the evening.

Just a few strollers, a bicycle...

That's all.

Who knows where they were coming from.

Was it a routine, her having to

go out to the garden at night?

Yes, a routine.

Did she ever scream?

No, she never screamed.

One evening, he saw her in the garden.

So he came back.

He came back,

and back again.

And one day he stopped.

That was it.

And it happened precisely in this town.

It's hard to believe.

It started between them

like all stories do.

And then? Then?

Then, I don't think anyone can tell.

Look, summer's almost here.

- No.

- Yes, it is.

No. Summer never comes in this region.

It's always windy.

Have you been living here long?

One year.

For me it's been eight years.

- Since you got married?

- Yes.

If I were you, I'd leave.

I'd move to a city without trees,

without wind.

There's always wind here.

Except for two or three days a year.

Most birds here are seagulls

found exhausted after a storm.

And after the storm

they scream

as if they'd been slaughtered.

On the estuary.

They prevent you sleeping.

No.

I'd leave this place.

If I were you I'd leave.

The first time I saw you

was last year at the end of May.

You were having a party

for the staff, as happens every year.

You were looking at us with kindness...

and indifference.

You were resting against a large piano.

You were wearing a black dress

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