Los colores del tiempo

For Adela, fitting into the provincial society of León, in the closed and suffocating environment of a mountain town or in the gray Madrid of rubble is painful. She does not adapt to living in suspicion, to being looked at from the corner of her eye or to always being on guard in front of the informers while her own are consumed in the guerrillas or put on the mask of the Regime and ask for "special tea" in fashionable coffee shops . For her, who was born a worker in Barcelona and fought in the defense of the city for a more just and egalitarian world, the worst thing is the imposture, and she does not get used to that. The desire for revolution beats in the teacher, in the compulsive reader, in the seamstress, in the imperfect mother, in the woman whose life was cut short in the Pyrenees one day of the fateful year in which the war was lost. Adela never understood what happened that day. She until she begins to find answers in the most unsuspected place: the pages of the romance novel A stain of carmine. The keys hidden in history seem to contain an invitation to recover the colors of that dreamed of revolution. But what margin is left for a retaliated teacher to fight for a better society?