Thirteen women, with a common denominator a dark December of 1963, that led to the intercommunal violence and the mapping out of the Green Line that separated Nicosia in two, talk about the moments their world was changed forever. The one, her husband cannot breathe burdened by his sins, the other, turns in his grave not able to have peace, the third, cries for the wild artichokes that she is deprived of due to the war, the fourth, speaks of the night that begun the bloodshed. Women that speak of men's work. They are called to gather the ruins, to wash the clothes of the dead, to clean and to continue their lives. And in the epicentre, the direct protagonist of destruction, a Turkish Cypriot prostitute Tzemaligie, with her Turkish Cypriot lover Zeki where the first dead, and their deaths were the reason of the beginning of all bad. "However, I don't speak. I learned the technique of not feeling. I asked God to bless me, to forget. But it is a difficult and large craft to forget. I learned not to remember".