Reeling from the deaths of two loved ones, an Israeli writer travels to Spain—his ancestors' homeland—for a conference of Sephardic Jews. In Seville, he finds a scarf that comforts him for thirteen days. Just as suddenly, it vanishes. He eventually sees the scarf as a symbol of loss, of the dead, of people he never became and never will be. But just as he lets go of his dreams, he meets some Spanish Jews who were lost in the Amazon for 150 years, who he once wrote about in a novel. Did he just imagine them?