​They talk about the beautiful game, but for Laurenti Ginghina, it’s not enough. Football must be modified, freed from restraints; corners are to be rounded off, players assigned to zones, norms revised. In retrospect, he first realized that the rules were wrong when he fractured his fibula during a game in his youth. Now a bureaucrat, he prefers to talk to Porumboiu, his friend, the diretor. All roads lead to football, but all roads lead away from it too, to land ownership issues, to orange farms in Florida, to political utopia and the traces left by life - to infinity. Berlin 2018.