Lot 19 - Happiness per Square Meter

*In that housing development there is a hole with earth. A flaw in the concrete plan. Unsteady, the old man leaves the building and goes down the street. To his right rises plot 18. A little farther on he stops. In the extension of that street there is that square hole with earth belonging to a rectangular box yet to be built: plot 19. A box that, once raised, will have many cocoons; that is enough: small boxes with partitions and small windows where people will be able to hide with great sincerity. The old man takes a small packet of seeds from his coat pocket. Opens it. Casts his trembling hand. Looks up like a winner. The sky well dressed in clouds. Now, it is a matter of waiting for the old rain to fulfill the seeds in the earth. And for the old rain to arrive before the new contractor.*