A young man sits on a busy street in Lisbon to draw the people passing by. Not too distant, a couple talks about the origin of a wallet found months earlier. The light of one moment is reflected on the other.

North of Italy, the von Kettens dispute the forces of the Episcopate of Trent. Herr Ketten seeks marriage in a distant country, Portugal. After their honeymoon journey back home, Ketten leaves again for the war. Eleven years elapsed… Rumours are running about the presence of that 'foreigner' in the castle. Some say she's a heretic. Until one day, the Bishop of Trento ends up dying and, with the signature of peace, falls the background of von Ketten's life. Will the Portuguese win, where death seems to be moving in?

While the country is under the yoke of a military junta and corrupt priests preach the apocalypse, a lawless, eccentric family – a kind of Bonnie & Clyde with kids – trek through the Brazilian interior. Their first aim is to deliver a consignment of weapons to a group of militant nuns who have withdrawn to the jungle, living off the income from their cannabis plantation. As gay , bi, trans, the converts so organized to make revolution.

In Fortaleza, Brazil, loving, drinking and singing. The return home, braving stray dogs. And taking photos, up to the moment the plastic camera bought in 2013 gives up the ghost.

Snow is water. Water is water.

I really admire this capacity, Mauro. Of turning into something else. Like a dinosaur or a memory.