Isn't it a nightmare if you were born a woman, poor, and you just got out of jail?
A humble worker, several young thieves at dawn of violence, the dream of a better present that collides with the most cruel discrimination, a car that moves forward collecting the waste of the postmodern city.
An essay on the existential actuality of the human being located in the Argentinean here and now. A history of singularities, which are mostly traversed by violence and marginality.
