Martha is the mirror image of an ancient mountain made up of traditions, fairytales and loneliness. She soon realises that she cannot follow the path mapped out for her by the others. This leads to her embarking on a long quest for her identity. On her shoulders, along with the weight of the rucksack, she carries the suffering of every woman before her who has ever tried to break down the cage made up of stones, meadows and window boxes. Martha draws on the grass to stop up the feeling of anxiety. She dances around the fire and tells stories of fairies. People call it "Martha's sickness. "I am a witch." It doesn't really matter if some people don't believe her.