Joseph is a writer, screenwriter and poet. He walks around Lisbon, enjoying a sunny winter morning, taking a coffee, smoking a cigarette. In his bag he caries his notebooks, on working poems, single words, notes, about ten lighters, his son’s star war lego figures, his travel visa, the keys to a house he forgot to return, his cigarette pack, pens, phone, charger. He is a storyteller, with humour and irony, a pirate, with a long dark beard.