You're walking along a gray street consisting of dilapidated houses, filled with children in oversized sheepskin coats, running carefree among the ruins. The cool air smells of smoke and dampness. On the roof of one of the houses you suddenly notice a thin, light silhouette. He lies with his back on the cold concrete, only a thin black linen shirt fluttering in the wind covers his pale body. He looks languidly at the sky, not moving at all. Suddenly he seems to feel your gaze.