

On new year’s Eve of covid, the protagonist has been left alone at home due to quarantine. So she decides to cheer herself up by writing a script about her life. As she humorously says, “Since no one wrote me a play-script, I write it myself! I am my muse.” She writes as the pictures come to her mind without following a linear, temporal narrative, in a simple way and simultaneously with moments of poetic realism. The audience watches how her thoughts come to life on the screen and how she imagines them. That is why in every scene, we see her in a different place, with other clothes, a different mood, and a different art. She imagines that she is acting in theater, in a studio, in the park, at her house, in Kavala, at sea, in the snow, singing and dancing. She transforms some memories into digital art, animation, and into poetry. This is how this multi-art spectacle is created and will make the audience smile and be moved.
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