A journey start at home, and ends at home. Three people and a truck of boars. Every person has their own little secrets, and their own obscure desires.
Maybe only the shadowy moon knows every person’s hidden story.
Coerced, impelled, escorted. No matter how the times change, no matter if there are capitalist temptations or sexual revolutions, all era’s are like this.
It’s no big deal. This is not a refreshing journey, where you can do as you please.
Once you hop on the pirate ship, you can’t get off!
My mom says:”Life is good, eating a bunch of beans is good too.”