On board of a bus, Andrés Barazarte travels through his city like another passenger. Life passes through the head of the young man, carried by the hand of his dead grandfather. His parochial family; his childhood without parents; the bitter youth of his aunt and the vicissitudes of that bohemian and crazy great-uncle; the military ancestors: secular warlords of opaque humanity; the economic ruin occurred in three strides; the unhappy life of the absent father, a worker in an oil field. The memories are knotted with the present: the love of his girlfriend and the hazardous political life in which ideals have become a permanent mortal risk. Present and past conspire and lead to the end: Andrés conjures up the times and accompanied by his own kind, performs the moving final act that will redeem him from his miseries.—Andrés Feo