There are words we do not know. Yet we sense their meaning. As if they have always been here. As if they have always lived within us. And sometimes they long to be spoken. When her grandmother, that strong-willed woman who always had an inappropriate joke at the ready, passes away, Mona decides to fly to Iran one last time. Together with her mother, she embarks on the journey to the deceptive homeland. The return flight to her life in Cologne, balancing coworking and the club scene, is already booked. But then her Iranian long-term lover, Ramin, convinces her to take a farewell trip to Bam, the city that was completely destroyed by an earthquake five years earlier. Mona's mother joins them. The trip becomes a confrontation for Mona with her own identity and her origins, about which so much remains uncertain. But sometimes.