The unknown enchanting female voice on the phone creates worlds, lonely adults wander, meet and part, concerts on the lawns of the Faculty of Philosophy. Giorgos, Eva, Dimitris, Daphne, Yannis, Pavlos, Dimitra, Antonis, Maria, common and ordinary names with their unusual stories.

The little dog Snow White and a man with a shovel at midnight on the street, Hitchcock and the female palm awkwardly and self-consciously covering her laughter, him with his "issues" ‒ and who, after all, doesn’t have "issues"? ‒ a lost question mark, coffee in convenience stores and alcohol in bars, a certain unsupported Christos from the support program compose the narrative universe of Demosthenis Kampouris.

Where modern urban and low-key characters weave with predetermined simplicity their fictional verisimilitude: "He greeted them with a nod and they did the same, they looked intensely into each other’s eyes for a few moments and, then, everyone turned away and that was all..."