Teenagers and children adrift in the territory delimited by a closed neighborhood, a model scale citadel: houses with gardens, a school, a party hall, a pool. A round trip from leisure to tedium, with no fathers or mothers close, the orphaned-for-a-week kids circulate to create their own chaos regime in the commodity of an accepted prison: no one even tries to run away from there. In that everyday state of conformity a stranger joins them, the one from the outside who irrupts, but not even at that point does the traditional conflict come up, rather everything dissolves in an intermittent game of tenderness and cruelty. The idea is regain the density of every gesture with a frontal, crystal-clear and sharp eye. A choral portrait, played by a group of kids, with its maximum vertex in a musical outbreak, which concentrates an indefinite range of sentiments and senses. The innocent everyday things from childhood and the incipient ferocity that result from the enclosure make up this story that reflects a reality so far hardly told.