Melchor is a middle -aged man, with brown hair; His mustache and beard are also chestnuts. More than a year ago that is in unemployment: it was nothing personal, as usually happens, but in its great company there was no place for everyone. Melchor is sad these days, because he is not able to get a job interview. At his age, he feels as if he didn't know how to do anything, as if he were not useful for anyone. Today has risen early. It gets bored. He leaves his house.
Gaspar has almost not been able to sleep. It is not that he is sick, he is old, and the old sleep less and less. Gaspar retired a few years ago, and what at first was joy for being able to have more free time, becoming a sadness every day that has to do with loneliness, with the fact of feeling that nobody needs him. He is no longer taken care of, he has even stopped shaving and that is why he wears a long white beard. Gaspar takes a long time awake, he has had breakfast hours ago. He gets out of the chair and leaves his house.
Baltasar tries to heat the house a bit, but with that small, old and little power stove is difficult. Since he arrived in this country, it is what has been worse: the cold. Well, that and the looks of some neighbors. Sometimes he even listens to the comments that some make behind them. They do not care that he is a worker, educated and friendly: for some he will always be abroad, and they look at him with distrust. His curly hair and beard, his black skin, seem to be a problem. Baltasar is cold. He puts on a coat and leaves his house.
Melchor, Gaspar and Baltasar are in the square. They say hi to each other. Come a light up there. They imagine children and smile. They are launched.
