Frank Cruz is a sardonic post-punk of 30. Born a bouncing baby girl - Francisca - to parents tangled in a doomed love affair, inheritor of his father's wanderlust. Left a crumbling photo of a beautiful woman at his father's deathbed. Fleeing to New York City, where he meets Nathalie - eccentric, gorgeous, sharp-tongued: the spit of the woman in the portrait. Love - seven happy go lucky years. And then in September 2001, the sky falls apart...