2006, somewhere in northern Italy. In a Playground of a small, provincial, italian village a young mother and its children are waiting for their friends. Their arrival is not long in coming, the board is set. Young mommys, established upon the ground, conversate around a big table, with a sharp irony capable of comfort and cure and - a second later - hurt. In the meanwhile, their children are into exhibition of guts. A 20-euro bill ripped as act of love, and still, the first kiss, enaugh to touch the sky. The sun sets, their paths divide.