How would a girl, born by the sea in a large Moroccan or Tunisian city, feel as she gets off a truck in the darkness of night with her family, only to discover in the morning that she is in the middle of the desert with only a few shacks and sand storms surrounding her?

Seven women, who arrived in Dimona in the 1950’s, when the town was first established, tell their life stories, all utterly different, yet painfully the same. They talk about suitcases filled with modern dresses, pearl necklaces and Elvis Presley and Paul Anka records, which they brought from North Africa. They tell of the schools in Dimona, absorbing new immigrant children on a daily basis. They relate their experiences as young women working in newly established textile factories, and going out to the cinema and discotheques in between shifts. They recount stories about the pains of immigration, the aches of adjusting and their determined and creative attempts to live a rich life. The women tell about men whom they met at the bus stop, at the factory or at a party: those who were the loves of their lives, and those who broke their hearts. Their stories open a unique window onto a reality which has been totally ignored.