Art. To survive. To be more than a shadow. And a time. As bleak fog. That are the basic elements. And the spirit of a film in which nothing is really important. The figure of Mircea Albulescu is the sign of the personal history for every character. His road is only definition of a empty hope. His past is mist of expectations. And the death - answer to stony old questions. It is one of that films about the nothing who lives in us. A drama from slices of usual ingredients of tragedy. A lead ball. Game with swords and confession without words. The old-man is a mask of The Wandering Jew. So, in fact, this movie is only a form of play. Alexa Visarion has a impressive experience as theater director and the fruits is present in every image. It is a film about the end and the blind lights of past. Story about the finish. And the life in ponds fairs.