In the middle of the quarantine period, I decided to move in with my grandmother. She is 97, I am 35. I wanted to meet the adored and idealized woman, to face our relationship and through it, ultimately, myself. Over the 32 days we spent together, the apartment softly turned into the scene of an unusual party: excellent food and quality champagne appeared out of the blue, there was some expensive jewelry, a mysterious man singing a song from afar, the Virgin Mary lighting up the shelf next to Lenin, crows arriving, the first snow falling, and us, for some reason, wearing masks. The text was written and edited by Zsófia Bódi, Kornél Laboda and László Göndör from the conversations and recollections of László Göndör and his grandmother, Éva Katona.