the backside of a graffiti on a window in the mirror.
an archeological exposure of its counterpart, a group of anxious young men, a strict set of rules, a box of beer. copying someone else´s painting is a severe crime.
-camillo painted that. -i didn´t paint anything, i just wiped it off. -that doesn´t matter. -it´s back to front. -that doesn´t matter. -what will they do? -beat you up. not you, but the guys. -why not me? i´m the delinquent. -you´re a woman.
camillo entering the arena, sweating young guys. nothing happens.