I look out the window at Paulista Avenue and suddenly a flagrant act: an ambulance asks for passage in the usual traffic of 9am, 10am, 11am... any time of day and night. The already hurried march of the paulistano is intensified by the shout of the siren asking for passage: "Emergency!"
Time synchronizes people's lives on busy agendas, the more appointments the better, the more blanks filled the more they live. The ambulance leans against the car in the front of it, eliminates empty spaces, forces the cars to occupy the gaps. Empty spaces are losses and there is no time for contemplation, like this rare moment when I press the camera button. There is no time for the present, the future needs to be built and it is: "Urgent!"
Time is running out, there is no time to waste, time is money, and both are short; short is time and we are short on time. "Like" on Facebook is short, just one click. And it's with one click that one jumps from scene to scene: from breakfast to meeting, from conference to interview, from message on cellphone to internet, from office to classroom, from graduation to marriage, to the birth of children, grandchildren... "Quick!"
The fast pace of the city contrasts with the slow pace of the patient's heartbeat on the stretcher, towards hospital, and the pedestrians' and drivers', towards their destiny and to its encounter. "It's an emergency!," insists the siren. Time passes slowly for the injured waiting for medication, while it flies for the driver who accelerates: "Clear the way! It is the life of a person which is at stake, and we shouldn't play with life!"
What kind of ambulance will rescue the human beings from the daunting beat of everyday life, so that they can live their time, in their time? And who's the killer who's killing the time that is left for them?
