For people here, this is the biggest feast of the year, and today, on its eve, the entire village is preparing for the celebration. Bells are tinkling, costumes and masks are taken out of drawers and attics. Everything looks just as it did in an old newsreel found in the National Film Archives. In 1942 — more than 60 years ago — cameras filmed the same celebration in the same village. Here the tradition is handed down from generation to generation, from father to son, and when shown this archival footage, some people in the village recognized their fathers and grandfathers. One man recognized his father and another saw his grandfather as a young man with curly mustache. 

This is a film about a small village and its inhabitants, about an ancient tradition that they have preserved almost intact to this day, and about a friendship as undying as the tradition itself.