Andalusia. After the funeral of her husband, 60-year-old Bernarda Alba imposes a long-term house arrest on her five daughters due to mourning. In a house without male presence, Love invades and overturns everything.

Bernarda, Adela, Poncia, Martirio, Augustias, Amelia, Magdalena, Prudencia, and the ever-present, yet absent, Pepe are flesh of our flesh. They speak our censored language, while their dry, deprived, and imprisoned appearance reveals what the words hide.

From one society in crisis, let's say, the Spanish one, in the days of 1936 just before the coup, to the Greek society of 2015. From the western edge of the Mediterranean to the steep shores of the Adriatic and the Black Sea, from the sworn virgins of Albania to the heroines of Almodóvar, the same tireless notes, the same moist and rich voices, the same promises and the same harsh game with death.

The House of Bernarda Alba is an Andalusian tragedy, in other words, a Balkan tragedy, taking place at the fringes of the civilized world.