The water has submerged everything: only the tip of the bell tower emerges from the lake. The remains of the Curon country are located on the bottom. We are in South Tyrol, land of borders and lacerations: a place where even the nursery is something that belongs to you to the end. When Mussolini puts German to call and even the names on the cape are changed then, so as not to lose his identity, all that remains is to try to tell. Trina is a young mother who at the hit of the community sums his own: she continually invokes her daughter's name, disappeared without a trace. Since then she has never stopped waiting for her, to write them, in the hope that her words can give him back. As long as the war is knocking at the door of the house, and Trina follows the husband deserter in the mountains, where both learn to live with death. Then the long post-war period, which does not bring any peace. And so, while the reader follows the story of this family and would like to tend the hand in Trina, suddenly he finds himself precipitated to observe, one day after another, the construction of the dam that will flour the houses and roads, the pains And the illusions, the rebellion and solitude. A civil and current history, which captures from the first page.