Pigeons fly us into the heart of the city to a little private space cut off by darkened gullies, the wing of a pigeon protruding dramatically, seeming to be a sign. What answers will it give? We follow the rest of the characters. A street artist-escapologist handcuffed inside a sack asks us a fundamental question. Somehow we have moved full circle.
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