A quarantine meditation on the scent of exile, told through the stories of family roots in Los Angeles and living in the shadow of the US/Mexico Border.

This film was made for the indigenous who are treated as migrants in their own land. In their generosity, friendship, and hard work, they are the backbone of the city. Seeing them being hunted down in the streets and living so far away feels like a failure. My body may not be there as an ally, but my work will always. Nadie es ilegal. China la migra.