The red floretta

Έcripple, cobbler, iconographer and engineer together, a "half da Vinci", a crippled saint.

A repentant prostitute, with her unknown father and daughter, a drunkard, an itinerant peanut seller, a communist who could stand it, a communist who could not stand it and put his signature on a piece of paper that read all over it: DECLARATION, a thug and his bloody company.

A rape and an honor killing.

The pantheon of the society of the 70s marches forward to the barde of living history, attracting the exploratory gaze of a teenager who, during the difficult years of the junta, grows up just outside Athens, helping his grandfather in the tavern, on the ground floor of his two-story house, on the road to the big city.

In an old, abandoned bus, buried deep in the mud of the big threshing floor, in the center of his childhood universe, he experiences love and its unbearable, rough pain for the first time.

One morning, just outside the tavern, he finds a red floretta in bad shape that a resistance fighter abandoned in his attempt to escape a pack of parastatals, fixes it, rides it and gasses through the last forty years of history.

Η red Floretta, a timeless symbol of a Greece broken into islands, a wing in the winds of history, struggles through the centuries to escape from its persecutors and marches furiously, between the eternal and the ephemeral, the truth and the lie, reality and the dream.