An electric monologue for an actress and a guitarist
A young Moldavian woman speaks to her father before he is buried. Urgency to say. A leitmotiv: "Daddy I have to tell you something" and memories of childhood, school, songs; Of heroes who died for the country or of the first rebellions under Sovietism.
Then elsewhere, a wall fell and overnight everything changed or almost.
Very quickly, the transition from communism to another illusion: Europe. Glossy paper imaging. Exile and its pangs. The young woman browsing fragments of her daily life with a biting humor mixed with melancholy and anger, represents a generation seeking its landmarks, lulled by political illusions