The unpronounceable Wroclaw, Breslavia in Poland, city of changing borders, is now, like all cities, the scene of noise and melodies that deaf people are unaware of. However, the movements they make with their hands, chests and faces are merged each day with these urban rhythms that we are privileged to witness. Throughout a day, we are witness to an extraordinary silent symphony made up of visual rhymes, conversations, everyday moments, childhood emotions and pleasures that normally go unnoticed, but here they are rediscovered in the most comfortable of silences. It is a symphonic portrait of a resoundingly familiar city.