César has been a watchman in a chemical factory for more than twenty years. One afternoon he receives a letter from his sister telling him that she has sold the family land in the mountains. César decides to abandon his job and undertakes a trip to that area, with the aim of recovering the urn with Elena's ashes buried there. Walking he faces the mourning veiled for years. The territory of his childhood is no longer the same, the forest fires, the advance of private property have changed everything. But the encounters along the way open him to a world that he had refused to face after living trapped in his job.
Las calles could be regarded as a film about words, about describing and naming, about secrets and confessions, and about language as the matter of memory. In a dialogue between generations, young people are responsible for elaborating the question, and School is the place that tries to come up with a technique for it. In turn, the elderly answer through their stories, which are basically the story of the town. And like the word –which is always a fiction– builds a reality, the film sustains its tone on that intermediate area in which a fictional setting provides the conditions for the pure documentary genre to mark the pace and reach out to people.
In this fun, filled romp, Mecha and Ophelia, a couple, are going through a crisis caused by a third woman. Mecha decides to get over it and swears to Ophelia that she'll stop seeing her lover. After a few months, she realizes she can't do it. Ophelia can't leave Mecha either, and decides to find a lover herself. Events take the most unexpected of turns for Mecha, who realizes her angst persists, and starts to suspect it has nothing to do with love...or does it?