Nachdem ein böser Fluch in Japan verbrannte Erde hinterließ und soeben den letzten Überlebenden von früher erledigte, zieht er um in dessen Appartement in einem Mietshaus in Chicago, dicht gefolgt von einer jungen Japanerin, die im Gegensatz zu den Hausbewohnern genau weiß, womit man es zu tun hat. Weniger Ahnung haben die beiden Schwestern und ihr psychologisch unausgeglichener Bruder, die das Haus gerade renovieren. Als der Fluch nach den Haubewohnern greift, merkt ein kleines Mädchen als erstes, das etwas nicht stimmt.

A New Yorker journeys to the jungle in the Darien Gap of Panama to reconnect with an indigenous tribe he met and photographed 20 years ago. Their reunion highlights the profound power of photos and the human connection that transcends cultural barriers.

The personal stories lived by the Uncle, the Father and the Son, respectively, form a tragic experience that is drawn along a line in time. This line is comparable to a crease in the pages of the family album, but also to a crack in the walls of the paternal house. It resembles the open wound created when drilling into a mountain, but also a scar in the collective imaginary of a society, where the idea of salvation finds its tragic destiny in the political struggle. What is at the end of that line? Will old war songs be enough to circumvent that destiny?

Photos, home videos and especially a series of audios recorded without Julia's consent are the essence of this film that tells the story of a woman who got married despite having many doubts and who never tired of seeking her own happiness.

A grandmother takes her granddaughter to visit her past memories through old photographs.