The inspector cautiously walks the city streets avoiding “dangers”. He comes home, washes his feet and reads newspapers. Suddenly he sees a fingerprint that makes a run for it. The inspector follows it…
Harassed by the day, he runs away in the evening from people and town. He crawls into his little room to sleep. The dream is bringing him the limitless and quiet spaces of solitude. At last, he is alone and free. But the solitude engenders the fear.
