It 's June 1978 in Buenos Aires. Videla is inaugurating the World Cup at River Plate's stadium. Julián misses his cell meeting and, faced with the wreckage of his apartment, ransacked by a death squad, decides to tear up his ID and hide on the street. This is the novel's starting point. The reader will be there, among those discarded bodies that disrupt the everyday life of a "normal" city superimposed on another, one of disappearances, torture, and murders in clandestine camps. But the novel doesn't stay still, and when the reader recovers from the shock of being immersed in the street, it will pull them away from that city, place them in Necochea, at the Raimondi Home, and there, flirting with hardboiled crime fiction, it will involve them in the "Pesic case," a Yugoslavian sailor accused of murdering a prostitute in the port of Quequén. It will make him walk, among ghost ships, brothels, drug-trafficking soldiers and old men on the street who, in the apparent tranquility of Lillo Park and the basements of the Home, will weave this story that seeks, like its protagonist, a dark day of justice.