There are so many stories of war victims. While millions perished in gas chambers or were killed in battles, uprisings and bombings, from time to time an individual story of survival comes to light. A boy who spent years in someone's attic, a girl adopted by a couple, forced to pretend that she's of a different faith. Or a woman who lost everything because of war circumstances and was kept in the cellar of an apartment. What if a friendship between two women turned into something deeper and more intense under the pressured intimacy of fear and loss? What if in times so terrible for women, when hundreds of thousands were raped and manslaughtered by soldiers, there were two who created their own idea of home, peace, and happiness? What if one of them tried to do everything to keep this situation for ever? What if a lie in hiding was easier than telling the truth?
