Jeremi has a birthday—he turns twenty. On this very day he decides to settle accounts with life: he expects nothing from it anymore, and the girl he loved left him. Drinking the pills with a few sips of whiskey, the young man loses consciousness—and wakes up a year later. He’s at home, and beside him is his beloved Victoria.
So did he die or not? Maybe he ended up in heaven? Or, on the contrary, in hell? Jeremi can’t remember what happened to him. It’s as if he got lost on the border between two worlds and turned into a spectator, horrified to watch as his own life passes by—his, but somehow like someone else’s.