His name was Carlos Alberto and, as far as he could see, nothing ever happened in his block. He dreamt of parades, haunted houses, ferocious lions and tigers and even fireworkds. But what did he have ? Nothing. Nothing that he could see. But if we look carefully, se might see a couple of things that escaped Carlos Alberto : a fire rages, a man digs up some buried treasure, an unlucky postman, a parachute lands, an ambulance is called and other different scenes that unfold offering a pictorial counterpoint in bright color that will offer hours of fun to readers.