In the debut feature of Portuguese filmmaker Catarina Vasconcelos, mysteries dwell in the details. The passage of time is felt in the images of memory, epitomized in bodies and landscapes strictly staged for the camera. In this affective essay-film, the feminine writing of the self, aware of its own fable-like character, unfolds among the cracks of a family kaleidoscope: between father and daughter, grandmother and granddaughter, with the expansive absence of the word mother. The voice-over narration, also poetically shared, is tasked with the gesture of fastening lost moments, rescuing the History of a country reluctant to change, forging new ties and genealogies by way (and because) of cinema. (C. I)