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Mila grew up in the late seventies in a remote and poorly developed neighborhood, sandwiched between a highway, a cemetery and an industrial estate. Her parents, farmers who changed the tractor for the assembly line, did not take her on vacation or to have dinner outside, but they did go to see a healer who one day told her that she had a "gift" that would manifest itself. Now that she is expecting a baby, Mila tries to unravel her strangeness, her perplexity towards her own origins. Threading memories, she measures that inherited world, recalls her attempts to open up to Barcelona and Paris and wonders what has survived all of it in her and what she will transmit to her daughter. With crystalline clinking prose and a poignant sense of humor that ranges from tenderness to bad milk, this is an unusual frontier novel, the self-portrait of a woman who finds her voice -perhaps that "gift"- when she decides to get down to business. talk.