Two people, man and woman, spending time in a small apartment. They have an intimate relationship, their words reach the opposite rarely. Their conversation circles around the first sentence of an email which needs to be written urgently „How to put the words?“ and the impossibility to find the approppriate phrase „Dear Madame?“ „No, way to casual!“. Again and again their boss Isa, „El Jefe“, is beeing adressed who proposes them to adobt and care for her entire cosmos in the future which produces a subliminal panic. A performance or lecture needs to be rehearsed for but „my voice is weak...I don't know if I'm ready yet“. The conversation runs through a single voice.