We are at the beginning of the Romanian communist system. There is an acute shortage of dwellings. The government decides the dimension and the way to put prefabs together. The only job left to the architects is to think how to cram the people into/inside. They don’t manage themselves to acquire the legal conditions to have a place to live in. They are homeless architects. Looking for à place to sleep becomes an endless wandering in a stifling space, having no borders but any expanse either. Everything is lost: the projects, the constructions, and the self.