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Imagine a person who has been denied the love of his life (probably). The woman he loved, loves and will love for the rest of my life (probably). The woman who sent him on a “long journey” without explaining any reason and cause of the investigation. A woman who loves another. And this, which now sits and contemplates dial wall clock, filters the thoughts passing through the mind, is filled with grief and emptiness, it is not necessary in Fig. This man has no name, no money, so he has no choice but to look into the void, counting the minutes of time. At least that’s what he thinks, and that’s all he has the nerve to do. Here, such here, the simple plot penetrated with Elegy of grief and existential psychoanalysis.