The government of a country allows to the citizens ten breaths a day to settle its debt to the creditors. Nobody can understand why. Maybe through the eyes of a little girl, the eyes of imagination and poetry we can. How does a little girl, who grew up with the princes of fairy tales, visualize what is happening in her country? How does she visualize the young people that migrate? Those who are alienated? Those young lovers who are killed by their country? How does a little girl visualize the fear of the other children? And when the young girls are looking for, but can not find, the prince of fairy tales, is there any hope in the arts of sounds and images? Could they find a breath of life playing the trumpet? Could their fading glance be cleaned by watching the great movies heroes? Its difficult. Its difficult even when a leading young girl of society meets in prison prince Mniskin. The prince of innocence and pictures of the heart. The young girl is overwhelmed by the pictures but it’s difficult to convey them to the little girl. Maybe a strange woman who is singing for her lost child, could show to the little girl where to go: To descend to the Hades, like Odysseus, and then the ‘’shadows’’ of people will show her the way. Is there eventually any ‘’light’’ at the tunnel of this journey or some demons will shoot us even when we become ‘’shadows’’?