Think about a situation where a standing ovation becomes a humiliation. Here our man goes through many similar instances with a deep suspicious heart which repeatedly questions his Albanian origin. From the first scene itself his musophobia is well narrated and the place where he works is having long narrow dim lighted corridors. There are shots in an elevator which clearly depicts his thoughts in a crowd. Though the story has a long time span we always see the characters in same attires (breaking a basic concept ! ). Everywhere he feels the loneliness and discrimination. Towards the end mysteries have been solved in a different angle. But in the last shot he is still waiting for entry to a hall.
