Text in Arabic. The wall of the old confectionary factory is covered with childrens drawings, unreadable ads, and graffiti. Afaf takes a black spray bottle from a plastic bag and writes a word. It could be Singa, Sebha, Serenga, or Sega. Then she stands in front of the oncoming train. Essam al-Sharkawi, a wannabe writer, is desperate to know the truth of what she wrote. But when he disappears, can it be a coincidence?