

A village just a hundred kilometers away from the capital is supplied with drinking water only three times a week. Simona, exhausted from the daily hustle, finds escape in the dusty books of an abandoned neighboring house. Adventures from the soviet union, the texts of Brezhnev and Zhukov, are still alive here. The sadness that stuck the past is muffled by Simona’s laugh. This is a world, where even present feels like past, and Simona’s music tells the story of an unknown future.