Francisco Santi-Barbey

A room, a train station on fire, a flower you see again, a human being from her imagination and time, uncertain. All the thing that exist fit in the word "backpack". All the promises in the world fit in a word, and all the things are internal, personal, nationals.

While spending time with his grandparents, Francisco starts to record VHS tapes as a memoir about two women in his family; on one hand blood and on the other - hairspray.