The last beams of light vanish into Díaz, the town I was born, located at the center-south of Santa Fe province, Argentina. It is a place of less than two thousand inhabitants, where the distance between us is always minimal. This is a place, from which I have already left, where the passing of the sun transforms light into absolute darkness. During childhood I often went to the movie theater, which was nothing other than a projector and a screen in the middle of a club. But time filled this place crowded by moving images full of cobwebs. I go back to record this deterioration. When I told my father this aim, I discovered that he, in the ‘70s, together with a group of friends, carried the first projector to his hometown, as well as collaborated in the filming of a documentary. However, my father was not able to accompany me in the project, like I would have wanted: he died two months before filming began