The last one is the same as the first: unexpected, astonishing and awkward. There are hundreds of stories of first love. This is a story of the last one.
A story of a romance unexpected, a romance that would never be if Helena and Jakov hadn’t eloped like a pair of 17-year-old teenagers jumping over a balcony fence.
Escaping from a retirement home.
Life suddenly changes: they travel through roadless areas in a car that has no reverse, they dump their cell phones in a river, they say to hell with everything and like fugitives they take on one last adventure trying to make it on a ship Helena didn’t board 60 years earlier.
They haven’t slept for three nights and three days, and thunder roars in the distance…