The day starts in Lisbon and with it people return to the streets. These men live in a place which is not a home. Caught by their past, they try to live their present as an everyday future.Martins, the barber from Luanda, Simões with his spears, Manuel and his films and Francisco's silence share a place to rest, a shelter. They have some affinities with the outside world but they communicate through the words that they don't say. Perhaps the differences are clearest in everything that is silenced. What defines us, after all?