Remember Groundhog Day? Thirty years on you can have the same concept adjusted to modern circumstances. And what reliving the same day over and over, and over again means for the 2020s? Is it the same as Bill Murray's never-ending nightmare which led to self-reflection or in time have we changed and our experiences, social contacts, and relationships are relevant only for us? This time, we can see both sides of the spectrum, the perspective of a man, and an equally lost woman. Is there a way out of this time trap? A tragic and funny portrait of us, people, who lost something important, and are numb by the routine and offerings of adulthood. Palm Springs.

 The majority of women want to have children. You can argue that they don't have to, that there is a choice, and a lot of them are not cracked up to be mothers (not even one feminist wants to be closed in the kitchen). But there are millions of those who love their children, they do want them, anticipate them, and fear any complications that may occur. And without those women, the world wouldn't be the world, and we, human beings, wouldn't even be here. Sometimes, however, things don't go according to plan, and no one gets pregnant, taking these issues into account. How to deal with an unbelievable loss? How does it influence your relationship and family? How difficult is it to get back on track and go on with your life after an unexplainable trauma, and is it possible to forgive? A woman and her tragedy that so many of us can relate. Pieces of a Woman.