„The train takes me, I follow after you…” It is as if the line of Attila József’s poem rattles with the weels when the regular express train leaves Budapest station for Paris. At least it seems to Jancsi, whose journey takes him to Kata.

Kata, who he has not seen for ten years.

Kata, who was always a part of his life, his childhood, his youth, with whom he lived through history, and their own history.

As the train proceeds, the countryside varies, and so do the memories. Small excerpts emerge from here and there – like a jigsaw puzzle and develop into the complete picture of their life…