YAke temne mynule mozhut′ prychovuvaty lyudy u sviti de, zdavalosya b, i tak use dozvoleno? Skil′ky nebezpek chatuye u zvychnych, prote davno pokynutych mistsyach? SCHo chekaye nas dali, za frontyrom, de chas ruchayet′sya u zvorotn′omu napryamku? Mozhlyvo, ne varto viryty nikomu, navit′ sobi…
YUnyy konovod Yona odyn z tych, chto narodyvsya v getto, de panuyut′ zakony seredn′ovichchya. TSe getto sche zovsim nedavno bulo tiyeyu krayinoyu, yaku my znayemo i lyubymo. Ti, komu poschastylo perezhyty pandemiyu, teper zakovani za neprohlyadnoyu stinoyu, de nemaye mistsya zruchniy chorno-biliy morali, a nasyllya, poneviryannya ta smert′ staly zvychnymy rechamy. U tsych umovach chlopets′ doroslishaye, balansuyuchy mizh zhyttyam ta vyzhyvannyam. Ale pislya vervytsi zhachlyvych podiy Yoni dovedet′sya proyty shlyach u poshukach pravdy pro vlasne mynule ta svoyeyi vtrachenoyi kobyly — chy ne yedynoyi dorohoyi yomu dushi. I nayholovnishe u tsiy odisseyi — ne vtraty sebe.
