There is a penguin living in a lake somewhere in Sweden. He is the first of many penguins to come. He wakes up at dawn to explore the surroundings, the beach and the forest. He dislikes the lake, he thinks the fish tastes like mud but knows nothing else than to stay. He wants to fly away but has forgotten how to. Instead he waits for what he knows to be what he knew, for old memories to float away and for new memories to write his history. Tomorrow he will forget why he did what he did today.