A riverside, forestside, swampside town. If we had to say where, we’d say Eastern Europe. Except we don’t say it. But an approximation of every Eastern European town ever. Gray blocks. Abandoned factories you sneak in through a cut wire fence. Weird bearded men, each with their own very interesting story to tell. A forest with more picnic trash than trees. A river so dirty noone would ever consider dipping a toe inside.
But with Dimitri and Kim, we jump buck naked into that river, expecting an underwater kingdom. With only one TV channel and very limited entertainment options, Dimitri and Kim represent the happy, dirty and dangerous childhood of every Eastern European kid that grew up in the eighties and nineties. A childhood in which an overactive imagination could make anything an adventure.