The view out of our living room window might not be spectacular, but it gives a nice feeling of living in a city and yes, there is even a little bit of beach, just enough to check for waves and if the ocean is still there. I like this view but the other day my wife noticed something quite fascinating. It was early at night, already dark, and many windows where showing the blue-ish light of a running television (only a showed the green light of a football transmission). And many of the windows were changing their color and brightness in the same rhythm, showing that their inhabitants were watching the same program. It was soap-opera time and the audience was waiting eagerly for the first televised gay kiss in Brazilian TV history. And I was watching the rhythm of these windows and asking myself questions about individuality and community, seeing all these apartments watching the same program.