Betu has gone to visit her Nana-Nani. I do not know, it is the mother leading the way to the child or the child guiding her mother into a relation, which probably she also had forgotten. With her small and tiny fingers, she picks up a small box, covered with cobwebs, clears it, takes out some jewels, which her mother had left under the bed and forgotten; and hands it over to the mother. There is so much innocence in what she does, without even realising the riches that she hands over to the mother. Baba, at the same time stays at home, alone, looking at the videos of Nonu, toothless smiles and smiles with it.