Finita la musica, passata la festa…. What is left when the gay costumes are put away in the trunks of our memory and the mass celebration of the people of Patras becomes a bitter-sweet nostalgia ? The lens of Panagiotis Sotiropoulos, relentlessly unadorned, records the broken remnant of the explosive festival, evoking both thoughts and feelings….. Corporeal forms without memory ? No. On the contrary it is an enduring, stimulating and undying memory…..