She is spending her life defying gravity on the vertical road that literary has no beginning or end, where she has nothing to hope for, where only injury or death can happen to her. She has only her memories.

When she was just 10 years old, Brankica was the central attraction at country-fairs. Her big brothers were star acrobats, legends in former Yugoslavia, she was the princess on the wall. Now, her brothers are long gone, she is the only one left behind. A 43-year-old grandmother of six grandchildren, she is repeating the same old stunts on her motorcycle while riding on the sidewalls of the 6 meters wide wooden barrel. She lingers between her melancholic memories and the claustrophobic existence around the last remaining wall of death.