In the suburbs of Buenos Aires, there is a neighborhood built around two cemeteries. Between virgins and pagan offerings, the elderly recite memories and forget ghosts. Girls and boys invent their childhood with graves and hammocks. Oblivion is a territory where these creatures glide, creatures who feel time pass, although they are no longer part of it. Fears wander among the shadows of the disappeared, there is silence where there should be voices and everyday life becomes ritual.