In a deserted yard between tuff-stone buildings two men in shirts stagger about looking wretched: one keeps bracing both hands on the wall with his head down as if retching, the other crawls on all fours on the asphalt, and they take turns going back to a barred window ledge stacked with drinking glasses. A small white stray dog wanders past while the two trade grimacing, pleading close-up exchanges. The exact reason for their misery (a hangover or sickness) is only inferable from the visuals.