Ionaș lives in an isolated village in Maramureș, from where the road leads only into the forest. Every year, from July until the beginning of October, Ionaș spends his nights guarding, on his own, his cornfield of wild boars that threatens to eat his agony.
Two characters, a carriage and a horse. Where are they going? Towards what? Joy, torment and undefinable music. Vulnerable, yet not ready to surrender. They are the poets of time.
At the intersection of a provincial track and an international road a Gypsy community of a small Romanian town begin and end their day. It is the point of the geographical crossing that divides them from the rest of the world and keeps them within the traditional lifestyle, where in generations...
