A photograph in a purse and a tuft of hair from your beloved in your pocket. What else is needed to leave such familiar coziness and comfort and go into the unknown in search of a loved one? Perhaps only hope. No. A drop of hope. This turns out to be enough to change life, directing fate in the opposite direction...A plane crash, hunger, thirst, endless sailing on a fragile boat across the vast ocean in anticipation of imminent death, cherishing empty hopes for the appearance of rescuers, the help of God and the benevolence of fate. Could there be anything more terrible than all this? Perhaps an uninhabited island, lost in the ocean, and the prospect of spending the rest of my life on it...