On the outskirts of Buenos Aires, there is a neighborhood built around two cemeteries. Amidst virgins and pagan offerings, the elders recite memories and forget ghosts. Children invent their childhoods with graves and hammocks. Oblivion is a territory where these creatures glide, feeling the passage of time, even though they are no longer part of it. Fears wander among the shadows of the disappeared; there is silence where voices should have been, and the everyday becomes ritual.