Between segments, Kora’s music curators drop surprise sets: city-born DJs spinning lo-fi beats that melt into synthwave, sampled voices stitched into new refrains. The visuals keep pace—glitchy overlays, VHS grain, sudden slow-motion of pedestrians whose faces are half-shadowed, half-illuminated by storefront LEDs. There’s an experimental cooking short where a chef folds fermented rye into a dessert; it looks improbable and delicious, and comments explode with regional recipe swaps.