An elderly man goes to Africa and in the middle of the savannah he encounters the village idiot. A Massai that every year on the 19th of May, is waiting for the white woman, she who once left a red bag in order to have a reason to come back. He has waited for 33 years.
Have we received a certain, limited number of steps to walk here on earth? And can we cheat death by dancing, floating forward instead? A strange, warm and poetic monologue about time, love and aging.