I was making nugatine

On his solitary journey through the immense warehouses, machinery, and forgotten objects, his memory revives the voices, presences, and sounds of a past, the 1960s, full of promise, with his first job, his faith in production, and the new wave of consumption.

The story is punctuated by fragments of old commercials produced by the factory itself. It's a tale that flows through different atmospheres: from the pulsating memory of production, to nostalgia, to bewilderment, and finally to silence.