This story takes place in one of the many neighbourhoods of our country, continent, world, where things are always more complicated than they should be. Where there is no light in the street and people are in too much of a hurry, where people talk so as not to listen and where they don’t listen too much so they don’t have to say anything. From the street you can hear the television of the neighbours, the buses arrive late and people stumble for their lives and fall again and again. And if it does not fall lower, it is because there is nothing lower.