Martin is an old man, who has found his place under the sun in the port of the former Torpedo factory. There, in the abandoned concrete space, he has settled down with his few possessions: a painting that he found in a trash can, a fishing rod that he uses to catch squid from his, so to speak, living room, and a bicycle adorned with plastic bottles. He never redeems the bottles, because he is not a bum. All of these are necessary props in the fight against boredom.