The airy-light story of two children whose parents were run over by a truck. Or maybe not? "Once I learned about the clock in kindergarten. Nine o'clock, ten o'clock, one o'clock, two o'clock." When Dad doesn't show up at three o'clock as usual, the narrator sets off for home. But no one is there! No Dad, no Mom. "Surely my parents were dead. Maybe a truck had run them over. I sat down on the stairs and cried." This marks the beginning of a wonderful story that delves deep into children's souls, as there is still a little brother to take care of: "I couldn't show him how terrible everything was." So, they first build a house in the garden out of some planks lying around and a television out of a cardboard box. To make it show something, the older one plays the TV program for the younger one. Suddenly, completely unexpectedly...