After fulfilling his childhood dream of joining the military, a young man discovers that not every ideal survives reality — and that sometimes, the uniform we wear is just the packaging for something that was never what it promised to be

SYNOPSIS:

The world is perfect—just like those mouthwatering fast food ads, right? The golden bun, the juicy patty, the melted cheese... everything promises happiness. At least until you actually place the order. The almost poetic disappointment of opening the wrapper at home and finding something that looks more like a sandal strap than a burger? Priceless.

This is the story of a young man who grew up hearing glorious tales about the military. From the age of fourteen, he felt—unshakably—that it was his destiny. He never questioned it. That was the dream. Nothing else.

Years went by. At eighteen—the age of mandatory enlistment in his country—he woke up on the living room couch, wearing a bleach-stained black t-shirt and sporting hair that looked like it had survived a small tornado. He jumped up and reheated yesterday’s coffee—bitter, weak, and most likely a gastrointestinal gamble. Then, off he went to the enlistment center, carrying the kind of energy someone has when they think they’re finally walking into their dream... or so he thought.

But this isn’t a story about his passion for the military. It’s about something deeper—and maybe even funnier. It’s about how we pour ourselves into difficult processes, chasing dreams that might just be really clever marketing.

Sure, he learned a lot. But in the end, it all felt like a well-curated showroom with great lighting.

Told with a mix of comedy and drama, the story follows eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds navigating their dreams, doubts, and inner conflicts—each one trying to make sense of adulthood as it crashes into them, ready or not.

And you?

That dream job you once had—when you finally got there, was it really everything you hoped for?