A Hesperides' garden of our time, where in place of the mythical golden fruits are broken stinking objects, an Hercules emulator, a beggar in ragged clothes with a worried expression on his face roans the garden. he rummages through the heaps of garbage looking for something he might not even know what it is himself. In the meanwhile all around him strange events hovering in a dreamy and disquieting dimension happen. Slowly the diaphragm separating dream from reality thins more and more, until it disappears completely: the beggar can only adjust to his defeat.
