Raphaëlle Stolz

Carried in a makeshift hammock by two thugs, Ernesto moves towards his destination: a strange village that just popped out of the ground in the far reaches of South America. When he arrives, he will realise that his role in village life is crucial.

In a wheel-shaped town, where houses rotate on the inhabitants' whims, the comfort of some is the demise of others. They adjust, resist or endure in their own way.

Bad as a scab and stupid as a serin, the Bengal salsify terrorises his palace. Closely, all he eats does not make him happy: if he sleeps he would badly sleep, if he awakes he would live not much.

Through the relationships he has with people, Edgar sees them the way they really are. Although he can cope with this peculiar gift, it is not that simple for other members of his family. The arrival of his cousin, a convertible, vermouth, and the loss of a moustache are going to rock the fragile family boat. Indeed, between relatives inter-personal relationships can often get complicated, especially when a blurry father refuses to water down his wine.