The ghosts which fill the film are those of four Chinese workers, who died at sea after jumping off a fishing boat in the hope of reaching Puntas Arenas, a Chilean city north of the Strait of Magellan. Birds h*e pecked out their eyes; their mobile phones, passports, computers and food were found. They were wearing lifejackets and yet their deaths were deemed a *. The inhabitants hence stand in front of their homes or on the pebble beaches to recount their version of events, children learn to read by deciphering news*s or they recite and sing apocalyptic fables, telling of imaginary illnesses that would attack their jaws, and dreaming of an ark to harbour them, defying the wind to make their voices heard. History stammers and breaks down, the earth sweats and cad*ers emerge. At the end of all possible paths, only impressions, directions, apparitions remain.