El cos més bonic que s’haurà trobat mai en aquest lloc

The dead body of a 17-year-old young man, dressed only in red swimming trunks and pumps, appears in the middle of a fodder crop field. The discovery of the body sparks the start of this monologue, where through several voices, like a ritual of exorcism, we will travel deep into the extremely beautiful rural landscape of a small village where, apparently, nothing ever happens. We will encounter some of its inhabitants, the secrets that are hidden there, and above all, the figure of the boy’s father, who died a decade ago and becomes a crucial piece in this Rashomon.