His grip on the wall loosened and he fell, awaking from his dream to find himself now seventy years older, seated as usual in his armchair watching people around him involved in busy discussions. His problem of not hearing well sometimes placed him in 'a cage without bars' whenever he happened to be in a big group. The dream of the labyrinth took on different aspects: he waded through multiple environments crowded with people who, coping with different problems themselves, faced the same isolation that left them all politely ignored by others. Coming out of the labyrinth, he found that the circumstances of his dream had evaporated. All the same, the beauty in life does not evaporate ...