Romania in the Summer of ‘90. Very close to Bucarest, there' s an unchanging village called Clejany City like the tsiganes say. Some old, gap-toothed people still sing the ballads of the Haïdouks, of thieves and dispensers of justice from the Romanian middle-age. Musicians and fatalists, these hard-core tsiganes live in the shadow of their history: Marius gambles his accordion on dice, the witch buries a snake in the back of the garden, a young woman dreams of it and dies, the drunken sherrif takes revenge on his nasty confederates...