In the middle of his life, a man separates from his lover. The pain is unbearable, and he runs away. He travels, flies, wanders. He moves and observes different cities in different countries. He wanders between the Greek islands, Mexico, Italy, Israel, Argentina, Armenia. He has one vague desire: to put order in the chaotic puzzle of existence and to mend the fragments left after the storm of love. Writing is a distillation of his desire to be reborn. Maybe it is impossible. He writes from what he has. Bottles of wine, sounds of music, books, bodies, conversations and thoughts. Someone listens to him and someone touches him. The private journey contains an additional layer of observation – exercises that deal with the perception of space, and present ways of experiencing a place in all its components. No man's land, a childhood map, an imagined space, a residential area, a pristine beach, a scene of crisis, an urban atmosphere – each of these hides a little secret about the relationship between man and the environment that surrounds him. Twelve chapters in this book. One year. In clear language and complete honesty, the narrator shares with us the roadmap of his life at a moment when there is no choice but to move. He explores the simple moments of everyday life. The people, the objects, the roads, become, as you read, a space from which literature emerges. This is the first work in prose by the publisher and architect Uriel Kuhn, born in Argentina in 1975, who has lived in Jerusalem for twenty years.