The owner of this apartment is a peculiar person. Among my childhood friends we call him "The Stone". He could leave a relationship or be left, to score a goal after an epic run, suffer a car accident, lose the watch, get a degree, fall into a coma, or recover from a coma, dye his hair into blue Klein ... All these without ever change his mood.

Even today, I think his way of being is really his true essence, some form of pathology and an youth attitude carried too far. But the fact is, that having bygone the 40s with any gray and being admired by his former classmates for keeping the same look through the years, exacerbates the myth of his true stoned nature. Immune to all, insensitive to time.