a woman from East. a single man. Madrid. an ad and a phone call. meeting between two strangers. her memories. his confessions. a house. and a car in winter. nothing else. it can be a poem or only slice of ordinary existence. it has not importance. like a kaleidoscope, it is collection of images. and map of worlds. like many short movies, it is a kind of seed. a question. or , only, question mark. never answer. but , at second view, it is more. reflection of time. our time. silhouette of fear and expectations. ours. trip in heart of feelings contour. and fight. against spider web of silences.sure, it is a leaf. but the tree is us. like the seasons. or only the meeting who forgives its beginning. and its end. a crumb. or a circle. in same time, Spanish and Russian because each word is like wet footprint on a large beach in twilight.