He made the important decision to leave Playful Land with his brother. Any steady income had disappeared, the boss had given him a good beating, but they had managed to escape. Now it was just existence, and no matter how much he smiled and joked, the situation was terrible. Street shows for which they were thrown stones, attempts at flattery, and still there was barely enough for dinner, let alone breakfast or lunch, clothes and a place to sleep. They slept on their cheeks, and Ernesto's optimism gradually began to fade, realizing that the situation was deplorable, even his tongue was not helping. The clothes were worn out and no longer protected from the cold of the night.