Vivid imagination takes our heroes to some prosaic places one summer, to places which seem to be the very scenes from their dreams – beaches, avenues, gardens, small restaurants – where real women and their unattainable essence intermingle, where friends appear different, where lions from the Kalemegdan fortress fly about like heralds of love in the eyes which have not lost their innocence.

“......It was long ago, some other summer, Ponora seems to say. Relax. Open your eyes. Look. Nothing has changed..... You haven't noticed the snow. The first snow. Look, we can throw snowballs. Who cares for some other summer! We must live...”