Zaza Burchuladze’s new novel by this contemporary Georgian prose writer continues the non-realistic writing strategy chosen by the author. In this hallucination-like haze, dreams and scenes from Turkish films are mixed together. The spirit of Gurdjieff buys meat with bone at the Shirak market, and the brothers Foucault—monk acrobats from Kaposhvar—prepare a magnificent goulash. The only unshakable reality is the author’s voice and his intricate relationship with Tbilisi and his native country.