Rodrigo is not yet twenty years old; he stands at a window on the top floor of a central building in the city of Medellín. He is about to leap over that city which oppresses him, calls him, marginalizes him. He has no other choice—he shouts at the city. Time stops, and there lies everything that has been his life and all that surrounds it.
At the end, it appears: “Dedicated to the memory of John Galvis, Jackson Gallegos, Leonardo Sánchez, and Francisco Marín, actors who succumbed before reaching the age of 20, to the absurd violence of Medellín, so that their images may live at least the normal span of a person’s life.”
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