Arnaldo's life is filled with a pneumatic void. He can't stand Fridays, can't stand working, he can't stand, in general, his sorry postmodern existence. Until one day something random happens. Against his will, his spirit is shaken to the core leading him into an all-consuming obsession. He goes on a compulsive hunt to find answers, and his search will lead him through Russian novels, gallons of beer and into metaphysical questions to finally realise one can escape any place on earth except one's mind.