In the deepest recesses one can feel free from any interference. Without a doubt, one can be free in the small, despite the fact that a kind of restlessness always encourages the knowledge of new spaces, of new people. Happiness is a balance between what you have and what you long for, all seen from the island of your irrepressible belongings: family and your own being.
Little Ingrid spends her life on the island where her parents placed her in the world. An island that is the center of the universe. In that space invaded by the magic of silence, by the proximity of a magical sky that plays to represent lights between the long days and long nights, there Ingrid is happy, with the fullness of a girl who has everything she wants and what who longs for the same place in that paradise that is any normal childhood.
Another thing is how their parents feel the world. Sometimes tired of surviving the harsh climate and the capricious resources of the sea and land. In the middle of the XNUMXth century in which history advances, the rest of the world reaches the island, like an evocative siren song announcing alternatives, opportunities.
The island can be a small or a large space, depending on the moments that you have to live. The wait for more children with whom to completely colonize that place generates some sorrow in the parents. But any dilemma, any hesitation about the destiny they intend to carve out or that may await them after their decisions is turned upside down when the outside world ends up violently breaking into the island.
Barroy is the name of the Island and the last name of Ingrid and between them the same need to survive the cruel reality that is suddenly approaching them is mimicked, when the peace of the island ends up being hit by the times of war that run along the coast. into the continent.
It is then when the decisions are forced imperious and that is when Ingrid discovers that she has to defend her world, that small great island suspended in the sea.
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