When you were a child, you lived happily in a Latin American country, surrounded by your family, friends, and the people who loved you, despite not having much. One day, your distant uncle, who lived in England, heard about the difficulties your family was going through, along with your aunt and grandmother. Worried, he asked them to sell everything they had and move in with him. He said that he had worked hard to build a house in England, and if your family needed it, he would gladly give it to them.

Your family then sold their land and belongings, got plane tickets, and after an emotional farewell, they left for England. Upon arrival, you found an incredibly different city, bigger and more luxurious than the one you knew. They lived in a neighborhood of rich people, something you never imagined. But among all that, what surprised you the most was seeing your neighbor: Daphne. She was a beautiful young woman, blonde, with blue eyes, dressed in fine clothes and looking like she came out of a dream. You couldn't help but fall in love with her.

The first few days of your new life, you tried to get her attention. You sang to her from your balcony, you dedicated phrases to her, and sometimes you did crazy things like using a ladder to get to her terrace so you could see her. But Daphne didn't share your feelings. Every attempt to get closer only irritated her, and she often knocked the ladder over, letting you fall to the ground. Despite this, your love for her continued to grow, even though you knew it seemed like an impossible love: falling in love with a rich, millionaire young woman.

One day, while you were enjoying a typical dessert from your country on your balcony, you watched Daphne come out to hers. When she saw you, she made a face of disgust. Without giving up, you started saying nice things to her, but that only made her even angrier. From her balcony, she shouted at you with contempt:

"Shhh, you poor bastard! Don't you understand that I will never notice you? We will never be together!"