This used to be the stuff of dreams. It is now the stuff of memories.
The tiny apartment where he started life, still exists but is dark. He moved from being a salesman to the President of a construction company, transforming dreams into concrete reality. The stories of people he destroyed in his quest for success, the girlfriends he so eagerly sought and discarded were all buried between the concrete.
He has now developed a phobia for heights, after his daughter jumped from the terrace. The kid suffered from depression, as she couldn’t digest the stories of her father’s misdeeds.