Good and evil, utopia and dystopia, narrative, and post narrative collide in a mortal battle to entertain the audience.

The bystander leaves after whispering, they say an accordion could never talk to a white horse.

Rare, medium rare, medium, medium well and well done. Through intimate and personal stories, five women share their experiences in relation to the body, from childhood to old age.

In the boredom of life, they became ghosts. The crows are after them.

During a PowerPoint presentation, statistical diagrams are breaking free from the strait-jacket of their coordinates. A trip into the sensual world of statistics begins. Pie charts are melting, arrow diagrams twisting, scatter plots, bar graphs and stock market curves join in a collective climax.

Huge sailor gets an autumn leaf from a small girl. It reminds him of his home. How long he has not been there? He runs to meet his old parents. What will he find there?

'Kewpie' manifest themselves as symptoms. A twisting body cannot accept the errors.

A cosmonaut will always be a cosmonaut. To the very end.