On a cold Bogotan morning, a young photographer anxiously waits for someone at his flat. Deafened by the traffic noise, he sits and smokes while intimate memories come back as he watches some old photos he had kept hidden for a while. Joyful and sad, carnal and usual memories that fluster him as time goes by. Meanwhile, a telephone rings insistently, which he picks but gets no answer, making him even more nervous. Then, the door opens.

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