Quarantine and compulsory confinement are the background to enter a house, a life, and narrate its rhythms, stories and ghosts. The threshold traces a pass beyond which one can perceive an external world with its own speed and meanings. The windows let in a small portion of the world, modulated now on the gaze and now on the hearing. Inside, the narration is slow and almost in the form of a diary. There are no words, the communication is other. Staying, even though it takes the form of renunciation, expresses a very slow movement just as a tree in communication with the sky and the earth is a form of firm freedom.