It is a lovely evening in the villa you are staying in, the joy of people inside the dining hall is contagious. Singing, laughing, drinking, smoking. Everyone seems to be immerse in the mood. Everyone except one man. Who is in the terrace, sitting by himself in a table, reading what looks like an American magazine about aircrafts, next to the magazine, a dictionary. He seems immerse in his own world.

"Whi-Whils..."

He seems to struggle with a certain word.