...is the brightest metaphor for several things, among which, living in communism, working in factories and under the public opinion's eyes and getting married for all the wrong purposes. Plus, no love lasts till forever, right? Mihu is the epitome of the non-conformist young man that does not like the path that the regime had chose for him; he gives up working in the factory and started going around with the circus, doing dangerous wall-rides with his motorcycle. Filimon, his total opposite, studies in the evening to take his exams, works and wears knitted vests over solid shirts. Carolina, a pretty waitress, is Mihu's bride-in-the-train, a game they play that she grew tired of, as the need to be his real bride started to eat her up. So Carolina, after meeting Filimon, makes a bet with Mihu she'll make Filimon ask her in no time. Whose real bride would she be? Fantastic poem in the beginning, the film key.