Federico's childhood is dull and lifeless.

While other Sankta kids play in the playground, he watches.

He has no interest in joining their fun.

What is fun, anyway? He doesn't know, he doesn't care.

Those kids smile and laugh happily, showing expressions he cannot understand.

The young boy continues sitting on the swing, alone and empty.

He doesn't know what to do, so Federico picks up his sketchbook.

Meanwhile, the boy glances at his wristwatch.

If Avuncle Marcello won't be here to pick him up, he'll return home himself.