There are barely 200 metres between the entrance and exit signs of Nadal. Located between provinces, in this small village with no more than 20 houses the director's maternal family lived for a large part of their lives. For the director it meant visiting his great-grandmother, the stew, being with Leon and the cats, his grandfather's vegetable garden, picking blackberries in the surrounding forests... But now these are only vague memories. What remains are photos, stories remembered by his grandmother and mother, some paintings, street view images. Has anything really changed?