In Search of Perfect Repetition

“Nothing repeats the way we remember it.”

In the West of Portugal, there is a city where a cure is said to exist. Every year, young people from various parts of the country pass through here, many of them connected to the arts, as if they were also looking for that promise. With ordinary routines and intense nights, they build a life that seems both provisional and finite. But one question remains silent: when this is all over, where will these young people go, and what will they actually take with them?