Jaime Gona

In the torpor of a summer afternoon crushed by sunlight, falsely deserted spaces are revealed. From one close-up to the next, these sketches seem to haunt the city as much as to inhabit the dreams of the character who lives at the heart of the film: Mr. Tang, in his small neighborhood shop.

Spain, 1958. Miguel and Antonio, single and in their thirties, go on a trip to Ibiza, attracted by the European sexual myth and the illusion of freedom. But on the island nothing will be as they expected.

Time and again, the quiet routine of a nameless cafe, located in a town that is also nameless, and in an unspecified era, is unsettle by the attack of a reptile-saurus on the regular customers.