A film director suddenly dies during the preparatory stages of a documentary titled “Prostor v tej galaksiji” (A Place in This Galaxy). The film should have closely explored the ever tangled relations of personal memory and images – photographs, filmed sequences – through a reflection on their alleged documentary objectivity, doubting the very character of the testimonies whereupon one bases the sharing of a plural, collective memory. A woman-friend of the deceased film director – she herself a documentarist – decides to finish the incomplete project, starting out from the materials found in the flat where he lived: a bunch of pages of a fragmentary, incomplete screen-play; a heap of untidy, hardly readable notes; filmed sequences and photographs emerging from wardrobes and drawers; just a few, already shot, inscrutable and apparently disconnected scenes; literary quotations; personal recollections; loose thoughts and queries striking one during the idle time of one's waits.