One person decided to sell the trailer, which he used as a dacha. And he went to the Black Sea, to the southernmost edge of Russia, where there is a trailer to sell it. But the trailer is not in a simple place. And in a place where the most important questions of life arise. Where a person is alone with himself. Where the mechanism of the universe is almost exposed. Where happiness is about to turn from a fleeting sensation into a permanent state. Where it seems that you can cut off all unnecessary and achieve freedom. Or is it just age? Time, not place?
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