The Last One Never Laughs
A journalist, who has lost his identity, visits an uncanny land, in which the smile is banned by law. He feels lost in its dystopia, consisted of self-destructive people, who deplore the smile. He gains many personal experiences that make him unaware of his aim and his human state as well. Will he eventually be able to find a way out?
Stratis Alvanos, Theodosis Giannoulis, Emmanouil Kouphakes, Ioanna-Anastasia Fakinou, Dimitris Liapis, Mary Apostolidou, Christos Giannoulis, Diana Cherkasova
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