The tour of the cozy alleys of the FARMAT district is conducted by the Israeli guide Mike Sharon. Its toe-tapping, pampered by the hot desert wind groove shines through the neat folds of the percussion veil. Ethereal pad loops swirl the shots of chords and synth trills chaotically flying into space. Expressive dramaturgy spins up like a whirlwind in the history of affectionate contemplation and puts the interweaving of melodies exactly with the drifting bass line.