On the way from Keflavík to Reykjavík in a small white Trabant with a red roof, the father bluntly informs his seven-year-old son about his mother's death. From that moment on, nothing is the same.The boy's days are filled with cherishing, searching for answers, and Beatles songs, while the father drinks vodka with God to avoid his own emotions and what hangs unspoken between him and his son. Many years later, as an aging writer waits in a London park for the right moment to approach Paul McCartney, a raw past demands attention. Not only a father with a drunken God emerge from it, but also old neighbors from the apartment building, a zealous Sunday school teacher, dead inhabitants of a North Iceland cemetery, or a lost friend who returned from the shadows to dig up a 5000-year-old poem from the ground in Mesopotamia, which apparently composed by a meteorite.