Probably a second-hand purchase or bought at the Family Dollar. There are some glossy magazines, a small creased notebook and a radio. The opposite wall, covered with the same wallpaper, would be bare apart from a small ceramic angel, just bigger than a fist, precariously hanging on a nail at a height of two meters. The only window in the room overlooks, behind its thick and reassuring iron bars, an almost deserted street and half-reveals a piece of sidewalk and a green-turning-yellow patch, probably left to its own destiny. The window is open and a light breeze blows in. A car passes by.