Kanghuru means “I don’t understand you,” and it is precisely this phrase that seems to reign in the García family: its members are like planets that rotate in their own orbit without knowing that there are others that inhabit the same universe. One day, suddenly, the Chinese woman appears. Nobody knows who she is, where she comes from or what she wants, but after her arrival, things get weird. Thus, between inventors and dancers, castaways and poets, fairies, astronauts, kangaroos and dreams that are messages, five generations begin to speak a new language. Will it be one that everyone can understand?