A woman with two bags in each hand, a man with a fanny pack and a cap, another woman dragging a cart; they are all sweating profusely. A daily scene. They advance clinging to the facade of the buildings, like a line of ants, as if an invisible force were pulling them. In reality, just the opposite is happening: it is the heat that pushes them to seek the little shade cast by the street blocks. They are all heading towards Miquel Dolç square from Josep Darder street with different purposes, but with a shared secondary objective: to be touched as little as possible by the relentless sun of a July morning.