This stranger is not a stranger, is my grandfather, the picture was taken by his daughter, my uncle in 1973. All the family, my grandfather, grandmother and their sons had been for the summer vacations to the city of the music located in the third planet. After six days of travel they arrived to the city, but in the place there was no one. They walk by all the city, come in houses, buildings, shops but any person was there. They were surprised, were was all the people? ¿Singers, bands, roadies? why any person tell them that in this date the music planet would not be operating? My grandfather was furious, after six days of travel and holidays had been lost. When they was about to leave the place they enter to an old theater that was full of abandoned things, in the stage parts of a drum and an old poster of an old band. My grandfather to not forget this moment and their frustrated holidays, took the stage and posed for a photo, under his arm he has his travel bag that never reached to disarm.