The camera follows homeless Zoran who wanders through Belgrade in the evening. He tries to sell an icon, asks for a cigarette. The present is the way it is. Zoran laughs to the camera. Behind his smile, the lines around his eyes and the entourage of the homeless, the filmmaker unveils a human story, entangled in this part of Europe, entangled in all the rest. A couple of economics students cheerfully comment on the bleak macroeconomic situation. For them, Zoran is a good example for such deliberation. Zoran for Zoran: “Here we are... What I am. Who you are... Here I go again...”