The so-called festival circle is the worldwide orbit for a multitude of films in their annual gyration, reminding the viewers in different meridians of the vast unexplored spaces and countless miracles of the animated universe. For a certain number of these films, our Animanima festival is one of destinations on their journey. However, the journeys that have given the name to the cycle of the most recent films are actually the journeys that we will take from the moment when the animated pictures start moving on the screen before our eyes. It can be a journey into the unknown on which we accompany the boy with a heavenly voice in Daniel Quirke’s The Song of the Lost Boy, or the one taking us to the endless ocean spaces in Natko Stipaničev’s The Arc. Will we be asking where has everybody gone finding ourselves in Geoffroy DeCrecy’s Empty Spaces? Is the post-apocalyptic Span of Coke Rioboo’s Mad in Xpain in fact a stupendously fun place? When we sit down to watch Patrick Smith’s Beyond Noh, do we embark on a journey down the labyrinth of cultural differences stemming from set of anthropological patterns? We really do not have to move from our position at all, but while the pictures are moving, so we are.