Blank scene. A Square, several little objects, two cute and silent housemates. Gretel goes back and forth in her tiny house made of crazy little things. She is mindless and rigorous, chaotic and still very careful in making everything stick to her bizarre logic. Everything is out of range and out of place. Then, suddenly, the catastrophe happens.
What is home? Who are we? Through the immediacy of the fairytale, Gretel walks alone along the paths of existence. It is a joyful hymn to obstinacy and perseverance, a celebration of migration and the need for re-inventing oneself when everything collapses. A light and deep investigation on the meaning of staying and leaving through powerful images of circus.