In the streets of Teheran, a street-sweeper-poet learns the most intimate secrets of the inhabitants of the neighbourhood, when he examines their bags of rubbish. One day he finds a desperate letter from a woman. He begins to write to her and follows her every morning to an embassy where she is waiting for a visa so that she can leave the country. He nurtures romantic love without finding the courage to declare himself. From the bags of rubbish, the frustrations of the other street-sweepers, the endless queues for the visa, the malaise and concerns of Iranian society are exposed in tragicomic and poetic tones.