A middle aged woman is desperately wondering in the streets looking for her daughter. A man finds her before she does. When finally she finds her daughter, she realizes her clothes were stained with blood. The initial desperation gives place to a bitter resignation, an unconditional tenderness. This is almost all that happens, in a very short film that has a kind of taste of neo-realism meets horror movies. And here the city streets are not only where things happen, the city seams to be another character in the story. Even the rain might seem human.