One of the villages in the Podlasie region near the border, inhabited by the Belarusian minority, and in fact already partly abandoned by it - the young did not want to take over the family farm and left for a nearby town, somewhere further into Poland or abroad, while only the elderly remained in the village. Often widowed and lonely, they try to find something to do in the spiral of successive days that are no different from each other. One such ‘pastime’ is a visit to a travelling bread shop, which for many of them is their only ‘window on the world’, an opportunity to leave home for a while and have a few words with another human being...