You are not, you do not belong: to nothing, to nowhere. How do you survive exclusion? And to loneliness? What about not having a place, a home? You pretend nothing is wrong and you take over a place: put a bed, a table, a calendar, a clock, your clothes on the chair ... "Pull pa'lante" letting your day to day invade every corner trying that "the everyday is to be (like) at home, wherever you are." You fill your life with traces, traces with which to know about you. Clues, tracks that take you away from the void into which we have thrown you; signs that define you and with which to build these portraits. Portraits made of spaces and photographs without human presence in order to know about you, about you and about us with the desire that, perhaps, something be understood about that loneliness and that constant search that exclusion incorporates in those who suffer it.