I was in somebody‘s house with Aline, Isa and an unknown little boy. We were watching through the big window a team cycling competition that was happening down on the street. We were cheering for the teams, even though we didn‘t know any of them. The little boy decided to sit on the outer part of the window, and we started to yell at him "you can‘t do it, it‘s dangerous" and he didn‘t care. Then, suddenly the night came, the competition was finished, the blue ones won. The boy‘s father appeared and was talking to us and the boy insisted on sitting on the high window. The father went furious, climbed the window and decided to stand up on the outer side (flying?) of the window and put the boy sitting there, yelling at him and trying to make him feel really affraid. The boy seemed to ignore it.