It was a trip of a middle-aged man in seek of his lost manhood. He was insecure, he was a failure. And he was traveling... He thought after passing the borders, he would not need his identity. Different lands, different people promise different masks for travelers. Thus, he replaced his passport in his bag, welcomed his new self, forgetting the fact that the ID he had in his bag was still a part of him, still some reflection of legal stuff about him, but still so true...

Whom he was fooling?
Whom he was celebrating?
Nobody.
But himself.
He thought he could restore what he was lacking inside
He thought he would feel more "man" with lots of women.
But how possibly could he feel that while he was a failure with ONE?
Lots of women,
Lots of failure.
Could he ever understand that?