Reading the newspapers, talking to acquaintances, watching the news… It seems that my life takes place inside a catacomb. They still exist in the 21st century, but they are no longer physical but existential. Everyday less people visit them. They are almost empty. From those fractions of land built under the surface, hidden places of worship, labyrinthine cemeteries, community sites, from there truth must resurface, as before, as always. What is the truth?