A film in seven chapters. A documentary overwhelmed by life. A story with no plot. A trip. From the countryside to cities, from Italy to India to Greece. Through the ages and generations, through the work of farmers and the exploitation of migrant bodies. In the end, the singing and music lead you elsewhere, to the pleasure of discovery.
A Neopolitan hustler named Antonello is living his life in Torino. He turns tricks as a transvestite, using the name Rosatigre, or more commonly, Rosa. His closest pal is Wanda, who exercises the same “profession” and, being his best friend, is also the incarnation of his feminine alter ego. While we watch the two of them hanging out on the street, sweet and carefree as the young Moll Flanders, we eavesdrop on their exchange of confidences and learn the secret details of their private lives. Wanda could have been a teacher but she preferred the street, where she can indulge her sentimental, dreamy nature in sighing over the "Americano" she once met in Naples, for whom she still carries a torch.
