In the middle of a calm and barren countryside an empty two-lane highway stretches as far as the eye can see. It hasn't been used since it was built a few years ago and has been left to to decay. Right beside the asphalt invaded by weeds, only a few feet from the security barriers, a house and a little garden stand. In this house lives a family. It's the beginning of summer and road works start up again. The highway is going to be put to use. Literally 'planted' beside the road, a few feet away from the exhaust pipes, surrounded by unbearable and continual traffic noise, the family loses its bearings, slowly withdrawing into itself, adrift from the world to the point of madness.