The video begins with me entering the house in combat boots. I talk to someone and explain that I'm going to change to go out with friends. I wear a black short dress, then I approach the black high ankle boots that are on the floor. I show them and describe them by saying how beautiful and comfortable they are. I put them on and walk around the room for a while. I can be seen walking alongside and from behind.
After a while I go out to meet my friends and walk down the street, here shot from behind and from the side. At one point it seems to me tha...

The video begins with me entering the house in combat boots. I talk to someone and explain that I'm going to change to go out with friends. I wear a black short dress, then I approach the black high ankle boots that are on the floor. I show them and describe them by saying how beautiful and comfortable they are. I put them on and walk around the room for a while. I can be seen walking alongside and from behind.
After a while I go out to meet my friends and walk down the street, here shot from behind and from the side. At one point it seems to me that someone is following me, I don't have glasses, so I can't make out the figure well. I start to worry and quicken my pace, every now and then I stop to decide which road to take (my boots move nervously), when I stop I say that I am worried because someone is following me and that with those heels I'm afraid of spraining my ankle. Once, shot from behind, I even twist a little, I complain that I twisted and that it's hard to walk fast in those heels. I stop, I bend down to feel the ankle with my hands, it's nothing, I start again.

Eventually I'll sprain my ankle, it will happen because I put a foot in a bumpy spot on the road I'm on (a crack or a hole in the asphalt, a small pothole on a dirt road...)
Basically I stop, I say I have to choose the fastest way to get to the village, (focus on this bumpy spot where the retort will then happen) at that point when I leave put my foot in the bumpy spot and I sprain my ankle, I find myself on the ground with my hands gripping my ankle "ouch, what a sprain, I think I sprained my ankle", I don't understand how it happened, look at the point where did I trip and curse "damn that hole/crack, it made me twisted"......then I remember that someone is following me...I raise my head, I see the person and..."but you are you!!"... he's a friend of mine, I tell him that I didn't recognize him and that I was running away because I was afraid he was a maniac. Then I tell him I think I sprained my ankle because I put my foot wrong in heels. I keep trying to move my ankle to figure out how bad the sprain is. I ask my friend if he can take me home, I get up and go limping away.