The territory is transversal and the inability of developing a relationship between past and present creates several versions of a single moment, just like a memory. To have memories is to create fictions that undergo mutations in the natural course of our existence. I come from a rural environment that is increasingly swept by successive migrations. Those who are born here continue to grow up elsewhere, always with a promise to return to their origins. Parents and grandparents stay in this territory and, if necessary, resist and build what will be inherited by their children. But what kind of legacy does someone from my generation leave?