After a youth of excess, Angie lives secluded - almost entrenched - in a remote village in southern Spain. To her fellow villagers, she's the crazy woman who roams around with her dogs. Her existence takes place in the old family mansion, in a continuous crossroads of two eras, between her ghosts and the memory of the love she had lived with an English artist in Margaret Thatcher's London.
When she discovers the lifeless body of the most powerful landowner in the area, hanging from a tree, she will unwittingly enter a vortex of revelations: old family secrets around a thread of death, incomprehension and silence that unites everyone in the area. Is it the isolation? Is it the walnut trees, which secrete a poisonous substance? Or perhaps the melancholy of the Hungarians, who arrived centuries ago with their chests and violins? Angie knows that, when you have lost everything, there is nothing that can be taken away from you.
This novel, which has been described as a contemporary western, set in the rugged landscape of a forgotten Spain, is a strange and moving story about freedom and the human capacity for resistance.