The curtain rises on one of the quarters of old Baghdad. Sindbad, an old man with back bent and clothes in tatters, returns from his voyage, all his wealth spent. He finds all his family dead and his house sold. Weakly, he mounts a stone which lies in front of the house which no longer belongs to him. The neighbours and the youth of the quarter gather around him: they bombard him with questions, half pitying, half mocking. The children pelt him with stones.
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