A.

Ana had lost her memory, and barely remembered flashes of her childhood in Buenos Aires. A few weeks after her death, one of her sons visits the house for the last time, before new tenants move in. Although the house is now completely empty, the walls and corners still hold traces of memories. Shot with a home camera, A. offers a filmic journey through the spaces of a house without objects but filled with memory, where the texture of the image, sound, and narration undergo their own process of dementia. An attempt, by a son and a grandson, to approach the mystery of forgetting who we are.