Carved in the pure copper, the shiny costume, two men, the Cityzens, stand motionless in the falling night. All in them evokes the daily universe of a businessman. But from the first movements they switch us into a parallel space, out of time, where the daily gesture becomes choreography. Their dialogue is not any more but gestural and turns into strangeness and unexpectedness. The breaks in rhythm punctuate their slow movements tirelessly, their exchanges take place within the urban space like a new glance on the city. The daily ballet becomes then a shifted spectacle of the reality.