In the attic in my family house I found the autobiography of my great-uncle Waclaw. Waclaw described a secret underground organization he founded in Lodz during the Second World War. Nobody in the family knows about his secret life, what's more, the memories are inconsistent with the image of him that emerges from the pages of the book. So I'm preparing a monodrama to present Waclaw's unbelievable past to my family. Unfortunately, everything gets complicated because of my poor memory.