A three-day trip to Ioannina with a stranger, a little "bumming around". For the parade. For a rice pudding. For wherever it takes us. The treaty breaks, the flags are struck into the ground and Ersi Sotiropoulou nervously calls us from the intercom, "Hey, where are you?", to come where she lives for a while, to the ambiguous world of truth.
There, objects stand on their feet, the parade regularly taps its heels on the asphalt, the rain smells of the countryside. But, from the sound of water falling in the gutters to the Esperia Hotel, reality changes body, smell and texture to become something that only we saw, while the others were looking at the flag.
