Rodolfo seems content. He lives in moment, following the same daily routine, inside the big white-painted house next to the church, the house he grew up in. He sleeps in the same bed, in the same room. His cloths are placed in the same closet, he eats his meals at the same table, he walks the same corridors. Rodolfo is suffering from depression. He hasn't barely left the house in decades, he hasn't spoken for years.