Nosiri Kanonikotita

Strange that life is, full of nuances. From where you are in the top, in an instant everything dissolves and you crawl like a worm. The opposite can happen, but it is rare. The kismet is predetermined for everyone and does not change.

Economic power dominates souls, impoverishing consciences, sharing false promises, illusory dreams, terrifying motives. The addicted Vice President, He, represents the powerful chessboard that flattens everything and everyone, but up to a point, there is one “but” it hovers…

The homeless, the second hero, living between decay and life, tries to survive, killing himself every second of his morbid normality. It is a game of life and death, brilliantly written from the cold sidewalk of the nightmare. Unfortunately we can all find ourselves in the same place…

Disease. The struggle for recovery seems difficult and it is. The patient who acrobatizes between dream and reality. Waiting for the miracle, the redemption, the hope for life. We do not wish our worst enemy to get sick either. But Covid-19 is here to terrorize us, landing us abnormally…

Three heroes, three different personalities, three sick stories, three lives stigmatized by human nature. The morbid regularity in which they acrobat will draw the blind law of justice. The game is played according to the unwritten rules of life. The path is paved with blood, violence and infinite pain.

Is there any hope in all this mess of dirty life or is the Creator curious about his offspring to indulge in perpetuating the vicious circle? The sequel can only be done in one way…