Somewhere on the roof of a block of an apartment building in Prague, two men are standing at the precipice with the possibility a falling. Song is a 20-year-old Vietnamese, who had been hoping for a brighter future in Europe. He is an illegal immigrant, previously working in an illegal marihuana greenhouse, now fleeing from the police, fighting back tears and contemplating suicide. The other man is Rypar, a 75-year-old retired teacher, whose intention was merely to smoke a cigarette in the open air. The question: “Do you smoke?”, that the elder asks his coughing companion as he contemplates the drop, has its own sarcastic charm in this particular context.