A woman tries to remember the highlights of her life, or maybe dreams about them. Who is that woman, whose dress knows a beautiful-exiting life with kitchen utensils? We don’t see the woman never intact, though we move along her body, rather along her dress, since the dress and the body can be the same. From time-to-time different insects appear to laugh about the woman’s innocent dreams, just as guzzling unrealizable dreams. They predict end and death, nobody knows – through guillotine or kitchen knife.