The film analyzes the peculiar built heritage of Flórián tér, a layered, entangled, and indecipherable fabric of Roman-era ruins, towering panel buildings, and the overwhelming traffic and automotive infrastructure that has made life in the district impossible, in a unique, meditative form. I strive to depict this stratification through previously unseen sections, giving the film space for shared anxiety and reflection on how we could have sunk so low, how the suburban residents' right to drive has overridden the right to a healthy environment for those living in the housing estate, resulting in the formation of such vast urban deserts as Flórián tér and its surroundings. The Roman bath, hidden in the underpass and enclosed in a concrete sarcophagus, the concreted Roman tombstones, and the Corinthian column capitals displayed in front of the panel buildings emphasize in a unique way the destructive mindset with which we have subjugated this district and landscape. The only good thing about the housing estates, that they can be used as compact cities, with the infrastructure necessary for life, such as post office, shop, kindergarten, and in this case even the Danube shore, within walking distance, is completely nullified by the fact that the creation of the possibility of high-speed traffic has been made the epicenter of the public space
