A game trying to find its balance between memory and oblivion, before and after, life and death. A game, which in "bygone" times meant "I set you free" becomes now the key, which leads to our magical hideout, where everything may happen. It becomes the thread of memory, which has neither a beginning nor an end. Ten women play this game. Alone. They don't let the boys play with them. However, men are always there despite their absence, while the women weave a metaphysical tissue from generation to generation, without their desires meeting, without their thoughts becoming words. These people live next to us, inside us. Do you want to play Tsiklidan with them?