When Dita (40) and Suada (32) go to Skopje’s chief oncologist, they sit far apart, careful not to touch. No one knows they’re a couple. Dita is prim, proper, ethnically Albanian. Suada is ill, dishevelled, Roma. The doctor is predictably disrespectful. Suada loses her patience and physically assaults him before he even brings up her diagnosis. As far as she’s concerned, she already knows all there is to know. She has cancer. Talking won’t make it go away.