Adriana Aizenberg
Martín Piroyansky
Marina Glezer
Rafael Sieg
A small, solitary universe. An apartment where time has stopped. It is full of old ornaments and obsolete objects. Where the most simple of rituals are carried out daily, rigorously and in the most complicated manner. Where old layers of greasy dirt live side by side. Where darkness governs and silence reigns. Where the most important dogma is the weather report blared out over a cheap TV set. And where an orange canary that never sings is the epitome of life.
This is where Rosa lives, the owner of an 81-year-old soul. She lives in 9th B, the old woman at the back.
In the front of the building is another universe, also solitary. Empty of ornaments and devoid of any useful objects. This is where Marcelo lives. A young man from the countryside. A penniless medical student. He has no friends, and no-one to help him survive in the city.
A stuck elevator, and a meeting take place.
Everything changes, becomes transformed and is made new when those two minute universes mix, intermingle. It seems that both have something to offer each other.
For a while, those two small worlds co-exist in an even smaller apartment. An apartment that will witness the unbridgeable distance between these two.
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