Evocative evening scene through the window of an aging infrastructure. The image of the landscape, contained diffuse, contrast inside the room with a loud uproar that came in through the broken glass. There were many sparrows as every evening outside enjoying the last light. His hustle was slipping between the old walls bouncing off strange sounds echo as an imaginary time, seemed to want to return life to the damaged building. A pity not to have had a tape recorder.