A white room with a blue tent erected inside is where two men share a relationship which words cannot describe. Boban and Boris live inside an abandoned complex of almost identical bungalows, sharing the space with stray donkeys, plastic bottles, red berry bushes, cane grass, tall trees and seasonal workers. Their daily routine is interrupted when another man, Dane, enters their secluded world. Dane brings with him the outside world, stories about how things are made, and about other times and cities in the north and in the south. New relationships are built and old ones are changing. Love can be very fragile if we do not name it. Don’t call me “comrade”. How shall I call you, then?