"La edad de la ciruela" (The age of the plum) presents us with "four generations of women and their suitcases growing in the shade of the plum tree in the garden, and several questions floating in the air: Why is it that one believes that she did not show her love on time and does not realise that the others were also late to embrace us? What if we could pause time? Maybe then we would have the time to observe what is happening and we would start to have time left over to do things we never did.