Look at the story of a Balkan man, for everything that is hung around his neck, about unfulfilled dreams, for “the dirtiness” in the minority, about dreams that cannot come true.
About when we are pressed against a wall – how lifelike, when we have no choice but to take life into our own hands.
About running away from one's roots.
What is it like to dream with pockets full of stones?
A week ago I thought I had a perfect life and today I want to get out of my skin!