The girl gets fired from her low-paid job at a hair salon, she was always late. She walks around the city. They talk some more. She shows up at Danilo's place one day, in a wig, and sits on his lap. He is pretending to be someone else too, or, rather, twins.
Every sequence has an unsettling, ominous, unresolved quality.
The final scene is a traveling shot of the girl walking along a highway. It lasts several minutes. The stench suffocates me. The film is painful to watch, almost unbearably intimate. This is history interpreted in the most personal fashion.