“While movies have soundtracks, life doesn’t, and that’s why life is nothing like a movie...” Amos explains to his sister, Shlomit. But what soundtrack would accompany Shlomit’s life if it were a movie? Shlomit is growing up in the city of Ramla in the sixties. Her life story is accompanied by the scratchy voices of the Beatles coming from the old transistor radio in the kitchen of the small tenement apartment, the yells of the neighbors fighting easily penetrating the thin walls, the sounds of disco music carried by the wind through fields of groundsels from the legendary Calypso Discotheque, the mantras of the faithful in India where she goes to find a cure for the nightmares of childhood trauma that she carries in the bottom of her belly.