A man arrives at a border crossing. His card slips out of his hand and flies through a slot. The border official is on the phone and hands him a new red card. Papers with pieces of coloured cloth are attached to it. The man waits behind another man to be let through. Everything is closed. There is no one there. A third man comes from behind and simply walks through a passageway. The man follows and finds himself in a garden that rises steeply toward a large, dark, empty, abandoned house. He can hardly move but manages to climb the hill and walk sideways along the house. He reaches a horizontal passageway, like a ladder. A mother stands there with her two sons. He glides past them. Everything becomes brighter.