The night after largescale protests. Tension can still be felt in the air. An el- derly gentleman in a taxi cannot remember where he is headed. The taxi driv- er tries to help him, but the associations he offers keep pushing the old man further into the past, bringing a dispute with his son to life. A sad story about the rift between two worlds, two eras and two generations gradually comes together through the old man’s fragmented narration. The old man is a retired professor of Marxism, and his son is a banker. The taxi driver does not belong to any of the two conflicting worlds: not the Marxist one that used to be so prominent, nor the world of the bankers that rules today. However, he can see the destructive consequences through the windshield of his cab, and he keeps driving the old man around, hoping that he will remember where he is going.