They enter an international call shop in Barcelona, they make the number of home and find themselves in Bolivia, Pakistan, Ecuador. For millions of immigrants the phone is the only contact with the origin country. In the international call shops of Barcelona and Madrid people teleport: the body is there but the voice, the words, many words, are in the country that they left, with the people who were left to look for something better.
Nobody, when he enters in these cabins, wants to keep their tears, their expectations, their boredom and tension. But, there, they left a bit of their life, forever. And, from there, they also collected a lot to keep going.