The first three episodes made me sick. Much. Not to mention the soundtrack. Slack.

Yet it goes into your bones in a way I can't define. The only other time I experienced a similar feeling was with a book: "The Time-Traveling Man's Wife".

I probably have a problem with time and with love. Or maybe I don't have any problems but I'm hopelessly attracted to them. Especially when they act simultaneously. In the present, in the past and in the future. In this universe and in the other possible ones.

Anyone who has seen "Sliding doors" and liked it will love it. Why, after all, who did not think, eating his hands, how he could have behaved differently?

But then, are those that we consider the fundamental events the ones that are truly fundamental for our existence? Perhaps the insignificant ones have an even greater scope to intervene on the course of events, of our life and that of those around us.

Perhaps the butterfly effect is the secret of our lives. Perhaps there are events that take one or more flaps of wings as a pretext, because they had to happen anyway.

In any case this is a vision recommended for those who love the butterfly, even before thinking about the effect of the flapping of its wings.