ABSTRACT
Elisa loves her husband who no longer loves her. Her baby is crying for her; turning away Elisa walks slowly up the stairs. She is supposed to take the box ®lled with wooden clothes pegs, pull the pieces of washing out of the basket, one by one and hang them all along the line. And then? Another task to do. Why? With what aim in view? For no reason at all ± there is no aim. And at the end of the day what will happen? Nothing. And tomorrow? The same as today. No, she just cannot do it.
