An exhausted man walks through the desert. The sun seems to melt the image. The man can barely walk, exhausted, hungry and thirsty. Defeated, he dropps down. Between the heat and blazing sun on the horizon in the distance, he catch a glimpse of an hotel. His hope is renewed and in a last effort he goes near the entrance. At the reception the man comes near the reception desk. There is anybody. He rings the bell for help, the bell falls. It's paper. The man is completely surprised and begins to investigate the room, all seems a set, with cardboard and false. Tricks deceive the perspectives and become long, the furniture is made of cardboard, everything is unreal. And the big question makes more sense than ever. Where is he?