As a child, I spent my summers on rickety rides set up in parking lots. It always ended with my brother and me stripping our father of his money to get another stuffed animal. I loved those custom-made mini-cities. Every year, it was our ritual: escaping the apartment and heading into the ruckus. Our way of relaxing was to get whacked on the hips in roller coaster cars. As an adult, I saw something entirely different: loudmouths shouting at parents to pay more, workers trapped in a world of wonders. A certain tension settled in my mind. I became fascinated by the fairground workers: why do they work so hard to stage a world strictly reserved for children?

With this film, I want to present an inverted world: one where adults gasp in wonder, while children move through it with indifferent innocence… as if the fairground workers were making certain moments magical simply for themselves. Tirelessly, the fairground workers return to the carnival to reconnect with childhood. I portray this strange family of wanderers, people without ties who love each other modestly and express their affection through crude jokes.