In a never-ending ballet of shovels digging new graves every day, four characters are confronted with the question of place: the place we give ourselves, the place we take, the place we are given, and the place we end up taking. We'll spend a moment with each one, through scenes, rituals, chants, exchanges with the dead, and interactions with the living, creating a community of watchers. As they come into contact with each other in this joyful space, asperities and irritants add another layer to the narrative. The place of the terrorists of Brussels and Paris, the place of refugees and political opponents, between Shiite and Sunni, Congolese and Orthodox, and between the place of women and the place of images, will reveal a latent conflict between social control and freedom of expression, secular norms, and the right to create one's own links and rituals. Those who watch over are Muslims, Jews, Orthodox believers, and outsiders buried in the land of their birth. Those who watch over are their loved ones, establishing a new relationship with them here in Brussels, in a unique place where care is taken to respect plurality, both for the dead and the living.