My family is a night owl. Their lives always begin after noon: the first one to get up is my sister to prepare breakfast. Hours later my mother joins in and some time later my father, and that's when the real routine begins, which they repeat every afternoon and night. They only go out to provide themselves with food and other necessities. Every end of the year, on the eve of the holidays and my birthday, I travel for two weeks and live with them. Everything happens in the same house. Family is a claustrophobic, overwhelming film, where the city can only be seen from inside the house, through its windows.