She sends him voice messages into the distance – calls into the silence. It’s everyday chatter, trying to be cheerful, a little exaggerated, and while never directly denouncing his absence, there is always a quiet reproach. Blurred, dreamy winter landscapes pass by, images of her rise up in them, shadowy, indistinct, and dissolve again in the snow. Longing, loneliness, connection, and love warm the landscape. Messages from the mother to the missing child.