Victor’s head is whirling. His old BMW is spinning around. Aqua planning. Headlights passing by. A horn of a truck.
Is this it? All this terrible trouble for nothing? And all these fucked up moments? Lessons of life? Blam blam blam, the shooting in the subway. The carjack near the suburbs. The women at the Mediteranian. Fucking forty, I’m just forty. My son! What about my son!?
Adrenaline rages through his veins. His hand clamps to the handlebars. Blood retreats. White knuckles.
What about my son?! Elif is looking into the sky. She's flying in a carousel. Victor left for an "inspirational journey with lots of room for reflection". The bastard. What am I going to do? And what about my son Cem?
As Victor crashes he and his girlfriend Elif are confronted with their wants, needs and dreams. While Elif searches for her happiness, Victor spins around in his world.