An intimate report about immigrants living in Lisbon, moments and experiences shared in a house in the Alcântara neighbourhood. Two Brazilians, one Angolan, a Chilean and I, formed a community living in a house with two bedrooms and a small outbuilding. Between June and August, I’ve followed the daily life of this heterogeneous niche, taking only my experiences to it and building a journal of moments shared, without judgments or conclusions. Rootless as water lilies, their existence goes with the flow. There is joy, sometimes to conceal the yearning for home and the difficulties felt. Like water lilies, I do not know if they’re still there, because their life as immigrants is volatile. But this part of the river where they’ve been is registered here.