Teenagers lie in the black, warm sand, the soft glowing backlight of the deep sun makes them look beautiful. An enviable situation. They horse around like children, flirt and chat about future plans. Barely grown together as a group of individuals they’ll be torn apart next summer. They’re forced to leave their home in the Atlatic Ocean, La Gomera, the second smallest island of the Canaries. This clique will be split up across the archipelago and Europe, some of them have German, English or Italien roots. Experiences turning into memories. Identities in the making.