Ohjaus: David Babayan
Kesto : 8 min
“Miserable me. Two planks are screwed onto my temples,” Franz thought, closing his eyes. A dark abyss, the mad court, the sentence to be served in a form of everlasting insomnia … Upon waking up Franz sighed in relief, as this was a just dream. Yet, why’s he lying on the back of a bug, rushing across a field through eyeballs dug into the ground?