Anna is an intelligent woman, beautiful, with an interesting job, but suddenly all this is no longer needed. After five years the love story of her with David sinks in a swamp of betrayal, lies, blackmail. And her life goes apart. She turns into an hostic, she doesn't sleep, don't eat, smokes and get drunk every night to succeed in falling asleep. She compulsively begins to rummage in him in his phone in chats, on social media. She doesn't know what she is looking for, she doesn't know why she is looking for him. For a year she will be a prisoner of what she herself calls the kingdom of idiocy, without being able to tell anyone. This story is the confession of her, under letter, in Valentina, the most dear friend of her, who saw her destroys evening after night. Anna says everything, without modesty. The humiliating and ridiculous details, obsession, morbidity. Anna resembles all of us, who fight this paradoxical war we call love. Every now and then we win, more often we lose. The only thing we can always count, the only one able to tell us our borders, our needs, is the body. And it will be at the body that Anna will cling to defeat the pain.