Okna, okna.

Wojtek spends his days sitting on a forest pulpit and tracking grouse plundering nearby villages and towns with foresters. One evening he returns through the fields from work and stumbles upon a strange phenomenon. A house is moving in the distance. Or rather, a single lighted window. When he returns the next day, the situation repeats itself. Day by day more and more windows appear. Intrigued, Wojtek tries to unravel the poetic-abstract riddle.