“To confess, withdrawing into yourself... I’m not crazy, but... Yes, this is always fraught... However, how else can we understand that there is loneliness, suffering, injustice?.. This is my adequacy.” The main character finds himself lost at night in the middle of the road, surrounded by the silence of endless fields around. Not remembering how he ended up here, he continues to be distracted from the road by memories of his childhood, inspired by the landscapes outside the window, how he once spent a summer in the village, until he notices a lonely house standing in the distance. He trusts the stranger who lives in that house with his most intimate things, groping his way towards his main discovery and voicing the thoughts that trouble him. Having experienced true calm for the first time, the hero lingers longer than he could have imagined, healing, as it seems to him, with sincere conversations. He does not only ask questions about why fate brought him to these lands and how to be able to preserve the feeling he experienced. Perhaps life is preparing him for a new challenge? About the value of conversations, healing through conversations; about the search for consolation, peace; about trusting your secret to a stranger; about the cry of a lost soul; about the denial of society, imposed standards, logical solutions; about the relativity of reality and madness.