"It was two o'clock after midnight; I cross the dark corridor that leads me right to my parents' room. Few steps that seemed to be never ending, I enter my parents’ room, I find my father laying on the bed, close to him my mother sitting in silence. She looks at me and says, "Your father is dying". Supported by a complex nonlinear narrative structure, the film attempts to draw a portrait of a migrated, hereditary, melancholic and nostalgic memory.