Three deeply Romanians dispread to leave Romania as soon as possible, as far as possible, still in conflict with their decision, but ready with advice for others, even if nobody asks for any. An alcoholic unemployed with a really poor dental health, left by his wife to go to work in Italy, a paranoid old lady who terrorised her relatives in Germany with unexpected very often visits and an immature girl with a man’s name because her father always wanted to have a boy to give him his name, meet in a train compartment and give each other all the arguments they need to truly hate Romania. This is the concert the orchestra of visual, smell and sound generators gives, heckling and punctuating the actions onstage, orchestrating their hate and hypocrisy, their lack of education and sense of tolerance and the strong energy generated by their dream of leaving the doomed place.
