Tuesday, December 7, 1988. 11:41 am Gyumri collapses. It is the second largest city in Armenia, and in eight seconds the quake kills 30 people, sweeping the country for twenty kilometers. I was born in this dead city that has ceased to grow, in the oppressive shadow of disaster, where each child clearly had to “replace” a victim of nature. So, thirty years later, the post-cataclysmic generation of which I am a part keeps asking the same question: to stay or to go? Hakob and Taron have always been my friends. Everyone appreciates life in their own way, between attempts at happiness and disillusionment. But one day, Hakob decides to leave. It's another earthquake for the people around him.