A man returns home unexpectedly one hour. A time when light falls differently and the only audible noise is the hum of the refrigerator. I apparently entered the house of a stranger, naked and silent at this hour around noon. A man returns home and falls into his life at a time when I had never been there, observing it with the eyes of a child. Here again that his life is full of mystery and amazing hideouts. Corridors, passageways, the boiler room. A man observes his own life from the outside. But his life really is?