After her lover is deported to his home country of Romania, Zingarina flees France in order to find him. During a surrealistic pagan festival in a small Romanian town, Zingarina is finally reunited with the man she loves. However, nothing is as it seems amidst the confetti and revelry. In the madness, the noise, the music and the inebriation of the celebrations, she learns that he wants nothing to do with her, and she is alone in the world. With no bearings, no mooring, she cuts herself loose from all connections and propels herself headlong into the Transylvanian countryside, to the very edge of sanity and back, and meets a man on her journey who, also without borders nor house, decides to give her a home.
Transylvania is “a visual feast for the eyes” (Empire).