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When fairy tales finally merge with reality, she enters the scene - an old woman with a mustache and homemade moonshine. Somewhere between Lublin and complete madness, a party is in full swing, where all the children's heroes have lost their plot. Shrek is in a fight, Peter Pan is high on drugs, and Cinderella has long since stopped looking for her slipper because it's more fun to be barefoot.

Everything around resembles a nightmare told with such enthusiasm that you want to pour another drink. The air is thick, as if you could cut it with a knife and eat it with a cucumber from a cloudy brine. A scene where absurdity has become the norm and chaos is a way to relax. Where “once upon a time” has long been replaced by “pour me another,” and no one is in a hurry to wake up.