They might be our ancestors. But they didn't have a name or a family. They are the foundlings, the enfant trouvés. The heirs of the oblivion. A story of love and missed encounters. The missed encounter of a society with itself, after giving its back to the reality so many times. They are that "other side" of the genealogy about coats of arms and noble ancestors. They are a real story about human beings, left at a side of the life. We, the genealogical searchers, must not forget them. They are the heirs of the oblivion, but they shouldn't be heirs of our oblivion.