The story takes place during the period of the saffron collection, the most valuable of all spices. It is a time when the passion of red merges with gold opulence. The earth has not changed the earth over the centuries, as far as loss, is dotted with purple. Among the millions of delicate crocus flowers, a work of patience and precision is performed by the collectors that each flower gives only three vibrant red stigmas of saffron. While the saffron wires are carefully selected and prepared to be dried, the strong aromas of the noble spice cover the basic scent of the oranges that emanates from the fruits on the trees that surround the home. All around the piles of crocus flowers deprived of their stems exhale a scent of fresh rose in tune with the orange flowers. Outdoors, the fire is on.