An old man tries to return to the homeland of his childhood torn away by war. A young man tries to reach the Moon. Both impossible routes intertwine to remind us that the journey has no end. Where are we when we travel? Time does not exist.
In the torpor of a summer afternoon crushed by sunlight, falsely deserted spaces are revealed. From one close-up to the next, these sketches seem to haunt the city as much as to inhabit the dreams of the character who lives at the heart of the film: Mr. Tang, in his small neighborhood shop.
