Nalda said that the first time I appeared at her place dressed in a strange pile of rags, silent and frightened, and I was only two years old then. I was wearing a shirt and trousers, pinned up everywhere, she said, so that it all would stay on me. And all this was rolled up at the top and bottom so that those parts of me that were supposed to stick out were still sticking out. The boy, raised by his aunt in a trailer, grows up and lives with such a nightmare inside, which is difficult to express in words and somehow... then pass it on to people around. Although he himself is convinced that it contains a treasure of enormous value...