A homeless dies from an overdose. His pals reject the idea of not being able to see him alive.
Tabl, drum is the nick-name who left his luxurious life, his job and family, choosing the life of anarchy and madness among a band of lost souls. Mounir Rasmi, his original name, was, only ten years ago, an ideal father, a good husband and a normal human being.
The game with death begins. What is more true than death. This other life, is so true, although immobile. Tabl is there, all through this underground story, illustrating a hallucinating illogical present, facing a past of welfare and easy life. The present tense is always used and the pals do all what is in their separation.
