One night, in a house in the countryside, a man wakes up to the sound of an air raid warning siren. He has already heard that same sound in the spring of ‘99 in Belgrade, when the city was bombed by planes that left from Italy. His mother knows the siren sound too that preceded the bombing of Naples. That same night the two of them get together around the kitchen table to talk about fried eggs and war, a battered heart and a travel journal with a red cover. It’s a night of insomnia and understanding. Then a glass is enough to separate them the following dawn.