In today's society we are daily invaded by images of beautiful and young bodies. Older bodies are hidden and forgotten as if they were steeped in negativity. In this film we are faced with these bodies, naked and happy, on a day-to-day of a beach in Lisbon area.

One day almost everything turned into a pile of rubble and bush. There remained ghosts wandering through the fields, the ruins and the fog. Some of these ghosts are alive. They are those who stayed, those who came back, those who roam the difficult memories of the most cursed neighborhood of the city. Only that this Tarrafal, the name of the field of slow death of Salazar's dictatorship, is not in Cape Verde but in Portugal.

Na rituálních oslavách Svatého Bartoloměje pomáhá lidem ponořit nohy do studené vody pocit rozčarování. Je to jako šepot, který nedbá na zkreslenou hudbu rozléhající se po pláži. Zklamaní lidé úpěnlivě prosí nebe o to, čeho nemohou dosáhnout na zemi. Kolik je snů, které se neodváží snít?