That between those whose lives move in an orderly manner from office to family and back, as though in a solid and transparent building of glass and iron, and the others, those who have been cast down, the blood-stained, the debauched and the filthy, who wander a confusion of passageways echoing with roaring voices, there is not a bridge, but it is rather that their boundaries abut, secret and close, and ready to be crossed at any moment...
Posible zen beirazko eta burdinazko eraikin sendo eta garden bat bezain araututa dagoen eta familia eta bulego esparruetara mugatzen den bizimodua daramaten gizakien, eta ahots orrotsuz beteriko bide nahasietan galduta dabiltzan beste gizaki amildu, odoltsu eta zantar amorratu haien artean iraganbidea izan bainoago elkar ukitzen duten eta uneoro isilpean gaindi daitezkeen muga hurbilak egotea...