Passengers on board. The whistle sounds. Sparks in the air. The journey begins in the south of Minas Gerais. Inside the locomotive, a passenger stands out. His name, Waldir de Luna Carneiro. He seems not to be able to control his joy when looking at the landscape through the window. Absent gaze at the infinite horizon. Change of alleys, of gauge, of faraway values. First stop. A shop. Corn bread, cheese bread, spirit and close talking. Without malice. The whistle sounds. Passengers on board. Sparks in the air. The journey continues. The wagons are empty. No luggage. Only the window and its endless visual metamorphosis. The wind conducts the symphony of the small towns that remain. Few inhabitants. The life blow loses its strength. Second stop. No one gets off. Sparks in the air. The whistle sounds. Passenger on board. End of the line.