This work is born from a Galician folk song about emigration. I am interested in how it approaches the landscape in a humble and very little romanticized way (refers to the lack of the door of her yard, the shade of its orange tree, the water from the fountain next door, does not speak of spectacular mountains or the waves of the sea despite being also part of this landscape), as well as this kind of collective creations survive and transform over time I used 3D animations and videos recorded with my mobile phone before leaving my village and coming to Sweden. I had no intention of doing anything with any of these images until I released the song. I started thinking about the reason behind this raw footage. Dealing with distance