At the beginning we see Mr Kikuchi massaging his face. The precise movements prepare him for his regular daily routine, and prepare the audience to watch him and his wife as they go about their tasks. Unhurriedly the camera captures them working in the fields and in their garden. Some repairs need doing to the house, they cook and eat, do Aikido, barbecue with guests. In the evening a hot bath. A life in flow and at one with Nature. Over again the focus is on the simple things and gestures. After retirement the Kikuchis created their farm on the Japanese island of Kyushu – the fields, the garden, the buildings – with their own hands. Only the vapour trails in the sky bring back memories of their former life in the city.
“Most of all I'd like to work in a... where women walk around in fashionable dresses. I'd like to be an actress. And I'd like to be pretty. And for all the boys to love me, and for everyone to know me” - Kasia confesses. She is 6 years old, has a vivid imagination, lots of energy, dreams, and plans. She carefully observes the world around her and is not naive. Kasia, her siblings, parents, and neighbours are separated from the “better” world by a high wall. Kasia lives in Central-Eastern Europe, in Poland. She dreams of dancing lessons, but knows that you need to pay for those, and her parents must first and foremost feed the family.
A boy is dancing in the street amidst the cars. He is probably dancing for money. His attire is bizarre – something like an ice-skating dress and puffed pants. He has no headphones on, you can't see any music player. A quote from Pushkin at the film's opening mentions a certain sound of a South-American flute that can be heard only by its player.
The water reflects a gigantic building. One could take it for a part of an overgrown housing estate in an impoverished district. A wall separates the building from a strip of greenery – a miserable area of wilderness in the middle (or perhaps on the outskirts – we don't know yet) of town. On the wall, someone sprayed the word SPACE. There we become the invisible onlookers of an intimate, though shouted, conversation. A young woman is talking through the moat, wall, and barbed wire with her love, an inmate inside the huge prison complex not far from central Amsterdam. She is with her daughter.