Juan Salvador works as a stagehand in a theater. He tidies, tidies and tidies. He tidies a dressing room, handkerchiefs, cotton, brushes. Juan Salvador gets confused: he imagines that handkerchiefs are pigeons, and cotton becomes bombs in his hands. From tidying and imagining so much the dressing room suddenly turns into the moon, the sea, or a gloomy mansion. Juan Salvador lives, in his imagination, wonderfully absurd adventures that do not always have a happy ending and almost always end up causing a desaster when getting back to reality. Juan Salvador gets disappointed, and keeps tidying as directed. Will Juan Salvador make the dressing room clean? Can he live up to the insistent calls from his boss? Can he put aside his imagination and return to work?