A true hippy sings us a song in which he tells us the joy of being a hippy brings him and the experience of living without direction, living in his camper van. In contrast to this optimistic song, we watch a radically different reality in which he stumbles from one catastrophe to another; he's cold, he's hungry, he's shot at, chased by killer bees... basically he suffers the consequences of not having a house. Only one in every thousand people don’t want to own a home. For everyone else there’s the Madrid Real Estate Exhibition.