Time is our own invention. If we die, there is no more time.

Spread your hands on a bicycle and you will revisit your past. This is what Uu hears from a sick almost 88-year-old painter Georg. The dying senile man mumbles about non-existent time. Surrounded by bleak routine Uu hasn’t ridden a bicycle in a long time and doesn’t believe in miracles.

Whenever he tries this whispered trick and doesn't fall off, Uu witnesses his naive boyhood on a carefree summer with sunny dreams of becoming a footballer or composer as Georg paints erotic nudes and his still sane father plays basketball. Disgruntled Uu drives back to first loves, brotherly fights, arousing passions, wet kisses, thirsts for independence, illegal music records, and bumpy KGB interrogations. Every time he is more radical, free, and fearless to fuck everything up.

Constant bicycle rides in different seasons reveal the beauty of Tartu. Mart Kivastik nostalgically compares two eras from a forbidden and controlled past to an accessible and gloomy present. Led Zeppelin, Slade, Electric Lights Orchestra, The Sweet, Deep Purple, Suzi Quatro, and Army of Lovers play melodies for youthful authenticity. A painting of a girl in a yellow dress connects both timelines, but who is she really?

Edvinas Pukšta