A couple in a strangely numbed no-man's land try to find some fresh impetus to their lives, further provoked by the surreal visit of a stranger.

« SHE: You have got to tell me how long... how much longer we must live in this country. Fifteen years is such a long time to be away from our people...so far away and among strangers, fifteen! (Then, as if her husband had slammed his spoon on the table to impose silence, or perhaps share a secret code) Alright, I know...I'll try to put up with them, just as you've done, but you have got to understand I haven't got the same patience or selflessness. And above all, I certainly do not want to die here. You know...you know perfectly well, a simple slip of the tongue, a flash of rebelliousness, anything, and it's all over tomorrow... tonight, or whenever. / HE: Patience is a strength that brings its own rewards. / SHE: Patience cannot comfort you if you feel alone and desolate. / HE: Surely you don't feel alone with so many friends from all over the world dropping in non-stop? / SHE: Oh, yes, they come and tell us about a joy of living we no longer know a thing about. Then they leave, often for good. »