Martha, Reymond and their little girl Lise journey from street-market to street-market, from fishing-spot to Monopoly board. Theirs is a perfect, perfectly unusual life ... Happiness, it seems, is just around the corner. But childhood ghosts come looming. Martha feels hunted. She leads her little tribe into a never-ending downward spiral ... Never-ending? Perhaps not quite.

Martha, Reymond and their little girt Lise cling to each other like shipwrecked sailors ...

They are like some makeshift raft cobbled together out of oil-drums and old rope, ready to fall apart at the first big wave.
With Martha as a figurehead, escaped from childhood as out of a bad dream, her head turned up at the sky.
And as she spins through life, torn between the uncertainties of the present and the hidden shards of the past, the figure of MOTHER looms over her like a dark shadow ...
MOM! A cry that sounds out echoing like a ripple.