Andreas Kartak is a homeless man who sleeps under the bridges of the Seine. Homeless, alcoholic, he is our dark lost twin, that character on whom we pour our fantasies of self-destruction. We have all been Andreas some early morning, under the influence of drink, drunk with irresponsibility, believing ourselves unpunished, eternal, dreaming of abandoning everything, family, work, respectability, decency, longing to exchange our lives for the simple delight of prolonging , one more drink, one more, that perfect moment that we cannot retain; In the end we return home, we go to bed and when we wake up the hangover arrives, that abomination that we usually call reality. However, for Andreas, our Holy Drinker, one day waking up holds a miracle: instead of a hangover, a reward for his perversity. Something begins to work the other way around (that is, well) in this world that always judges merits and faults; No matter how much Andreas breaks his promises again and again, what he will get in return are rewards. It is as if chance, that god of urban life, took pity on poor Andreas and gave him a few last days of happiness. Let no one look for morals, because these are always the consolation of sad endings.