The fleeing woman, who takes shape and dissolves in movement and tissues. Dance that is almost despair. She struggles. The woman is a vision, she haunts the place that haunts her, fearless, no expression other than the despair of her dance movements. The woman is the ghost of the place. The body that twists itself makes the wind blows. The wind brings the sound, the smells, the taste of that cold place, a humid taste, sad, heavy, but also light and subtle. The taste almost escapes when it touches the mouth along with the wind. It carries a sweet painful memory, of which the ghost escapes unable to forget.