After a few minutes, the car, with its new flamboyant style, lay sleeping at its outdoor home, resembling a school building that had just been plastered with electoral posters of political parties: a few hours ago, it was much more beautiful.

Three floors up, its owner was lying in bed like a husky that had finally found a cool floor to stretch out on and was not yet thinking of anything useful, nothing that could lead to a conclusion about what would happen or even an agreement with himself about what had just occurred.

A fervent supporter of fate as a superior force, he learns within six days that, after all, fate lives among us. And that, unintentionally, we are the ones who move it. Without anyone realizing that what he possesses does not belong solely to him, the journey towards continuous disillusionment passes over broken glass and hears familiar voices, ultimately becoming irritating, unapologetically unexpected, and catastrophically inevitable.

The time has come for the most controversial card in the deck to prove what place philosophy holds within an unprecedented week, to understand how fateful the walks to Piraeus can turn out, and to discover everything that unfolds behind his back, solely through a beautiful musical melody.