“And I had gone, though my body still lied motionless on the bed.”
The anti-hero of Vyrypaev's play July is one day deprived of everything by a fire. And so, he sets out to fulfil his dream – to live out the rest his days in the Smolensk asylum. His pilgrimage, on which he destroys and kills everything he gets his hands on, has been made into a puppet play by graduates of the Academy of Performing Arts in Bratislava.