When he was a child, arrived in Turin from the south, Michele was enchanted by the child who reads, sitting on the terrace in front. When she was a child, tormented by the twin brothers unleashed, Marta took refuge on the balcony to dream of the lives of others. Like a gust of wind that disappears the quiet of the large courtyard that separates them, now life has scrambled the cards. Marta is an adult, independent and alone woman, with a single motto - suffice to themselves, like cats - and only one secret pleasure: spying from behind the curtains, in the dark, the front window. And you went far away, you traveled and recently returned home, in a condominium similar to that of her childhood. Michele has also driven himself where nobody would have thought, and every day to trade he sees people that runs out and returning: he guides the Frecciarossa through Italy, and in a few hours the peninsula for then return to his new apartment and looks at each other again On a courtyard. Until an unexpected thing happens, indeed more than one: of those that accelerate the course of existence, which force to get out of the protective shell we build, to look into the eyes. How many of us happened in a large block of buildings, of those with a wide courtyard of the populated day of voices and the evening of lights that reveal the lives of others?