All language subtitles for Das.Licht.2025.1080p.BluRay

(high-pitched whirring)

(bang)
(typewriter typing)

(mysterious piano notes)

(sounds fade out)

(rain pattering)

(crackling gets louder)

(car horn)

(muffled roll of thunder)

(quiet, unintelligible singing)

(doorbell)

(Singing becomes clearer)

(Singing ends)
(Rain splashes)

(long roll of thunder)

(exhales heavily)

(in Arabic) Do you think that's true?
what Samira said last week?

What?

About the souls...

that they sometimes
don't want to realize that they are dead.

And wander around.

Yes.

And that they need escort...

to find their way out of their aberration?

Yes.

What does that mean, escort?

Someone who could be in their place.

You must be able to mirror yourself...

to let go.

Why?

Well, it's a kind of parable.

What does it mean?

We need to understand...

that we are never completely alone.

Djamila, comm.

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Breakfast.

(child cries)

Breakfast is ready. Are you coming?

I'll finish sewing your dress.

Thank you for that.

(knocks)

Breakfast.

Are you coming?

(clattering of dishes)
(child babbles)

(Conversations in Arabic)

(So dear ones.

Health and happiness to us all.
Enjoy your meal.

(Bon appétit.

(child cries)

- Thank you.
- With pleasure.

(baby cries)

I have to go to the job center today.

You too?

I'm still waiting.

How much longer do you want to wait?

Until the time comes.

I hope so.

Are you my mother?

(sighs)

(rustling leaves)
(woodpecker drumming)

(rain pattering)

(man in Polish)
No, not as much as I need.

No, we're all playing hooky together
tomorrow at eight o'clock.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Really, I disagree.

(Woman 2) See you later!

(rhythmic, curious string music)

(traffic noise)
(loud honking)

(brakes squeal)

(streetcar rings)

(Roll of thunder)

(wistful piano sounds begin)

(Door slams shut)

(Boy) Address is right, yes.

That's right, one pho soup. Vegan.

(Woman 2 calls) Hello!

(Hello.

And an extra portion of rice.

- Yes, did I?
- And one summer roll.

- Is there anything else?
- And chopsticks.

- Will be out soon.
- Thank you.

(electrical beeping)

(in English) Okay, guys, I'm ready.

- Let's get it for them.
- Are you guarding the Queen?

Yes, of course.
I'll cover for the Queen.

(Gamers speak in Arabic and English)

(Young and gamers speak in English)

(groans)

(spraying)

(Ms 3) The agenda of this target group
still appear vague.

Are these individuals interested,

participate in transformation processes
of society?

And are they potential consumers
of advanced products?

Or does the journey go further back?
Into a situation,

for this target group
of not inconsiderable size

a fresh awareness
for social renewal

has to be created first?

The second. That's what this is all about.

What?

The way you talk.

How?

Great, but you are actually reformulating
the problem.

We are not finished.

But nobody listens.

Not true at all.

(Woman 4) Can you please be more patient?

We are talking about
roughly two billion people,

withdrawn, in high concentration

on the frayed edges
of urban centers,

where they are disconnected.

From political,

social and economic developments
developments in their country,

and feel unstable.

Because... who cares about them.

- (Woman 4) Nobody.
- Exactly exactly.

Nobody cares.

(cell phone vibrates)
(soft, trotting string music)

Yes?

And what do unstable people need?

Stop.

And how do you gain a foothold?

- Excuse me, please.
- Ah yes.

(Woman 3) Through positive goals.

The task is to motivate these people
to engage with the future.

Without them becoming afraid of it.

(Exactly, but how is that supposed to work?

The fear thing.

When everyone
the apocalypse is constantly being prophesied.

(Woman 3) The statistics say that these people
are indifferent to the matter.

Yes, that is the simple case,
but many are against it.

Against what now?

Against stopping the disaster
or at least contain it.

You talk like an SPD member of parliament.

(Woman 5, in English) Oh, no!

Now of all times!

Hello, Abdu!

I don't have much time. What's it about?

(honking)
(groans annoyed)

- (repeated honking)
- Hey, there's a show on! Guys!

Caution, caution, caution!

(I want that stubborn,
stubborn mob out there

under pressure.

I want them to be stressed
from their ignorance and not

continue to tinker with the narrative of the do-gooder entrepreneur
continue to tinker with it.

That's what we bite our teeth out here.
(cell phone ringing)

(Woman 5, in German) Yes? Simone.
Can I call you back?

- No.
- (Simone speaks)

That's really not possible now.
I'll call you back, okay?

Okay, bye.

(Music continues with brighter tones)

(That was the ministry.

Those who are financing the construction here.

Good.

No, not good at all.

For five weeks, a construction site
a building site has been in full swing.

With all the trimmings.

20 workers, concrete mixer, conveyor equipment.

But we have started.

Is that what you mean?

You've seen what's going on out there,
what's going on out there.

The children need this house.

What do you want?

I would like
that you stop lying to me.

If we do not meet the deadlines,

we cannot open the theater
open the theater in January.

Then we will have problems
with the funding.

And then you won't get any money.

What we have to do,

is serious information
into dubious media.

A double-page spread in the Super-Illu.

An educational spot in the jungle camp.

A podcast that Helene Fischer
and Billie Eilish like.

That's why from now on we have
no domain, no promotion website.

And not until we have cleaned up,
until we have cleaned up.

With the lack of support, the indifference
and the whole being against it.

(Frieda, at last.

(unintelligible babble of voices)

(Frieda, straining) It's really cramped here.

(cheerful laughter)

(Frieda slurs) The woman at the bar
was drunk.

(all giggling)
(door banging)

(I really have to go.

(all sarcastically) Me too!

(Juvenile 2) Frieda.

Acid?

A greeting from the kitchen.

What time is it?

(all slowly) Tick, tick, tick, tick.

(curious, tinkling music)

(at a faster tempo)
Tick, tick, tick, tick.

(amused laughter)

(Run!

(Gamer 3) Run! Higher!

Strike!

(groans in pain)

(Gamers talk about each other)

(sighs)

(Woman 5) Simone, yes, sorry.

But I was traveling with this contractor
and he is so impossible.

(unintelligible voice on the phone)

What?

Have they gone mad?
We've already started building.

Yes.

I know, but there's no quicker way.

We are here in East Africa
and not in Dubai.

We have to turn that around.
I'm coming now.

- Well, today.
- (Simone speaks unintelligibly)

Yes,
I'm on my way to the airport, why?

Yes, okay. I'll wait.

(Woman 6 in English) What's going on?

They want to postpone the financing.

(Jo, Milena Engels here.

No, I am
not an employee of the ministry,

But all of the projects that I supervise
are financed by the ministry.

Yes.

Please not again with... Hello?

(snorts soberly)

(Telephone announcement in English)

Do we still have enough money
to continue with the project?

Not much. Definitely not enough.

What about me?

Don't worry...

I'll put you
on another payroll.

I'm already doing that.

(telephone announcement)

(pulsating techno beats start)

(rain pattering)
(wistful music continues)

This is mine.

(Speaker) All those who have not yet
have not yet found their true wealth...

(subdued techno beats)
(tinkling, hopeful harp sounds)

When do we dance?

(Frieda's voice echoes)

I need a moment.

- Me too.
- Me too.

(Teenager 3) It's pretty nice here,
at the bar. With you.

It's always best with you.

No matter where.

You could say that.

Leave everything the same.

Now.

(all imitate Technobeat)

(beats get louder)

(loud roar of an airplane)

(People cough and vomit)

(Speaker) In this state
you are with something immeasurable

and indestructible.

(squeals in pain)

(groans and breathes heavily)

(ascending and descending piano notes)

(gamers shouting in confusion in English)

(speaks in English)

(gamers screaming)
(doorbell)

(speaks in English)
(multiple ringing)

- Hello.
- Hello.

Caution! Keep down.

Good, thank you.

Um, wait a minute! Cash payment.

- Please?
- 21.60 euros.

The credit card did not work.

Um...

(Jon!

(gamers speak hurriedly)

(speaks in English)
(door knocking)

(String music becomes more dramatic)

- That's right.
- Thank you.

(Jon shouts in English)

(Gamer shouts in frustration in English)

(Jon, quietly) Shit. Shit.

Fuck!

(Gamer call in English)

(electronic throbbing)

(Music stops)

(heavy inhalation)

(door squeaks)

(truck hums)

(engine humming)

(horn honking)
(brakes squeal)

(loud bang)
(metallic rattling)

(groans tensely)

(groans jokingly)

(groans loudly)

(loud bang)
(screams)

(spherical drone)
(gamers scream in frustration)

(Gamer speaks in English)

(In-game announcement in English)

(Gamers talk in confusion)

(sighs sobered) Shit.

(breathes shakily)

(metallic rattling)

(breathes deeply)
(passengers breathe nervously)

(Roll of thunder)

(keys jingle)

(Shoes squeak)

(muffled footsteps)

(bottles clink)

(sighs)

(Rolling thunder in the background)

(door closes)

(inhales with a hiss)

(computer voice) Hi, Tim.
Do you want to play?

(soft, bright sounds)

(Speaker) In the wilderness of southern Norway

Arctic foxes struggle to find
to find enough food.

Due to climate change, small rodents in particular
small rodents are the prey of foxes,

become rarer.

If we get a warmer,
more unstable climate,

where the snow melts
and ice...

(calm ambient music)

(On-board announcement in English)

(young people humming)

(Music fades)

(Humming gets louder)

(rhythmic electronic sounds)

Where to now?

(Teenager 4) Well, to Bells, of course.

(I have to go home.

(God, why?

I think I need to sleep.

We've been on the road since Thursday.

- It's Saturday now.
- But not until Saturday morning.

Guys, Frieda is big herself.

- Okay, then we'll take you home now.
- Mmm.

(Teenager 3) Frieda wants to go home,
so let's take her home.

(everyone mumbles in confusion) Home.

(suspenseful ambient music)

(all several times) Sure, sure?

Are you sure? Safe? Safe?

Sure. Only my heart is in your hands.

(all, touched) Oh.

(suspenseful music)

(frantic strumming)

(overlapping voices)
Tick, tick, tick, tick.

(music builds up dramatically)

(Music gets rapidly louder)

(screams loudly)

(Music fades)

Frieda?

Frieda?

(door opens)

(Woman 5) I'm going to have a quick shower
and then I'll come to the office.

(unintelligible voice on cell phone)

What happened?

(Frieda breathes uneasily)

(Maja.

(takes a deep breath)

(sighs)

(in Arabic) At last.

(droning spherical sounds)

(long vibrating, glassy sounds)

(spoon scratches)

(slurps)

(Music stops)

(dynamic string music)

(Music gets louder)

(weird, ominous tones)

(door squeaks)

(door closes)

(muffled rumbling)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(chair back)

(Music slowly fades out)

(ball bounces)

(in Arabic) What about you?

I didn't sleep well,
sorry.

I was dreaming, mom...

I would be a horse.

I ran.

I thought it was beautiful.
I had no goal at all.

And then suddenly I was sitting on the horse
and wanted to calm it down,

but it got wilder and wilder.

(Boy) There was a good restaurant.

The chef
stood in front of the door and called out:

"Over here, over here! Yum!"

And the horse...

(whinnies shrilly and imitates trotting)

(snorts with relief)

When is the appointment?

It has never worked before.

(in singsong) We're staying here...

for all eternity.

Not forever.

Eternity is relative.

Could be...

(snorts disparagingly)

But today I have hope.

Why?

The storm last night
brought something with it.

(long glassy sound)

Antje, what can I say?

I've just landed and now I'm going
to the relatives with the police.

- And when are you coming over?
- (snorts) In an hour?

What, so late?

You should be glad
that I'm back at all.

(Antje speaks unintelligibly)

Yes, I'll get back to you later.

(doorbell)

(bright, glassy sound)

(silent scene)
(dreamy sparkle)

(Georg, I'm not buying it.

You are the best couple
the world has ever had.

Everyone takes you as an example.

You were the only ones to survive everything.

Children, cheating, therapy,

Menopause, breast cancer, hemorrhoids.

(in Viennese) Exactly.
I'm proud of it too.

But now it's over.
I've already moved out.

- What, so fast?
- Why so fast?

After 26 years?

I've spent half my life
with this woman.

Including three children,
two bankruptcies, 7,000 screaming incidents.

Nobody can accuse me of
I didn't give my all.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

That's the problem.

You can take a look for yourself.

When your wife comes home
and you're already at home.

How does she greet you?

Does she even greet you?

Does she take a moment?

Is she looking at you?

Does she show you
that she's happy you're here?

Is there at least
attentive eye contact?

Do you get a kiss?
If so, what kind?

One who says: "Don't touch me"
or one who says:

"Come on, little brother, leave the church in the village
with your romantic attacks"?

Or is the kiss the occasion for texts like:
"You smell funny.

Honey, you should take a shower again"?

No matter which version. If it varies for years
between these options,

Be sure: This is not the person
whose walker you will one morning

out of the chamber,
and then mix his porridge.

Look, there she is.

- I always answer when she calls.
- Go for it.

Yes?

We have to have dinner, together.

(puzzled) The two of us?

No, all of us.

- All four of them.
- I see.

Five for all I care.

Yes, four or five?

Oh, it's B-week. So four.

Okay, today?

- Yes, but you have to cook.
- I can't cook.

But... Mirácoli.

Very funny.

Then just order something from an Asian restaurant.

Or no, at the Greek.

Or no, rather sushi.

- Oh, do what you want.
- By all means.

Milena, can you...

- When I'm on the road anyway...
- Ciao.

- You're a badass.
- So what?

When was the last time you had sex?

- (blows out air)
- (Milena) I don't know.

(snorts) New Year's Eve.

(Therapist) What do you dislike?

I don't always want to
have to fulfill expectations.

And if you redefine expectations
redefined as wishes?

Yes, of course.
That's what Tim always says,

that it's not about expectations,
but wishes.

And?

I don't know. I don't want to be
be a wish-fulfillment machine.

The one about the machine
you have now added.

Do you think I'm incapable of commitment
or something?

Almost everyone who comes,
has problems with their bonding skills.

Is everything all right?

I have such a skin rash.

You said
said at our first meeting,

that in the meantime
the advances of your husband

often considered exhausting,

sometimes even annoying
or even annoying,

and at the same time have the feeling,

that you
feel bad or ashamed about it.

Well, that's...

When he comes like this
and then wants to hug me,

every time
such an ambiguous note comes into play

and then I don't want that.

And why don't you want that?

It seems like one of those program points,
that you have to tick off.

And since when has that been the case?

I don't know.
It developed like this.

And there is no event
that you remember that...

- Of course, the children.
- Yes.

So when the children were born.

You mean
when you brought the children into the world.

Yes.

There were two of them.

I thought,
I could do all that and then...

I wasn't so good at it after all.

What exactly?

Bear the responsibility.

I felt so alone with it.

Yes, that is an experience
that every mother makes

and which often has great
sometimes traumatic consequences.

The transition from power to powerlessness.

How?

The power,
to shape your own life freely,

gives way to a comprehensive powerlessness

in view of the realization that the woman
for a seemingly threateningly long time

no longer self-determined
will be able to live a self-determined life.

(sobs) Yes, fine.
But everyone has to go through it.

That was almost 18 years ago.
The children are grown up.

But to this day, it seems, they have
not dealt with the problem.

When it becomes traumatic,

such a problem can
deeply affect our behavior patterns.

(Milena sighs)

How did
did the birth of your children go?

From the twins, terrible.

They just didn't come out.

In the end
an emergency caesarean section had to be performed.

Then something went wrong
went wrong with the anesthesia.

I suddenly
I suddenly felt nothing up to my neck.

I was completely paralyzed.

I couldn't even swallow anymore.

I thought...

I would suffocate.

Then I suddenly
only saw everything from above.

From above?

Mhm.

As if I were already up there,
under the blanket, out of my body.

Well, I was up there.

And I could see everything from there.

(soft, bright sounds)

That was fine.

Not bad at all.

(chirping flute sounds)

(spherical sounds)

My body was down there.

And my children.

And Tim.

Your husband was there?

Yes, of course.

Where is it anyway?

Do you remember
how you came down from up there?

Or when?

Or whether at all?

(loud doorbell ringing)

That's him.

It's a quarter past six,
he's stupid.

(door opens)
Hello, Mr. Engels.

I'm totally sorry,
I misjudged.

Would you like to take a break
and come to rest?

Done, I'm completely calm.

Good. Then why don't you take a seat?

Hey.

(rustling)

The question is usually asked
at the beginning of couples therapy,

but I have saved them
saved them for today.

Did you come to me originally?

to stay together
or to break up?

(thoughtful trotting music)

Stay together, of course.

(hissing)

(doorbell rings several times)

(doorbells)

- Hi, Tim.
- Hi, Godfrey.

H i, Tim.

Is it our turn?

Isn't it B-week?

- Can we come in?
- Oh, yes, of course.

I know,

I'm banging the door down, but...

I have to go to Nairobi,
urgently, first thing tomorrow morning.

Aha, have you spoken to Millie?

No, it...

(I have no choice.

All right.

(snorts in amazement)

(to Haussa) You know him.
He'll be fine.

It'll be fine.

(Tim) Oh, no. Nope!

(clinking of dishes)

(Everything will be fine.

(fast piano notes)

(sighs)

(hissing)
(Tim chokes)

I just can't do it.

Fucking Mirácoli!

Well, I didn't allow it.

(hissing)

(Music stops)

So, Dio, what's going on?

I have a new song.

(blows out air) Ah yes?

(sings) Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

- Caught in a landslide.
- I know that one.

No escape from reality.

Open your eyes, look up to the sky.

Yes, ciao.
(Door closes loudly)

(Milena) Now I've
triggered a departmental crisis,

because I booked a flight on my own
booked a flight on my own,

to procure
was impossible for the entire ministry.

Economy, middle seat, 500 euros.

What is the crisis?

It is not refundable.
I'm stuck with the costs.

That is tragic.

Hello.

Mom!

What are you doing here?

(sings) I'm just a poor boy.

I need no sympathy.

Well, Dio baby.

Has your dad escaped again?

- He has to go home.
- To Kenya?

(sighs)

Hm, mamma mia, I understand.

Good side effect.

My little Dio darling
is suddenly sitting in the kitchen.

(Dio laughs)

What did you say?

- Huh?
- Mamma mia?

That's what they say,
when you are happy, for example.

(Dio sings) Oh mamma mia, mamma mia...

- Are you all right?
- I'm so tense here.

- Has a devil put aside for me...
- It's not tragic, by the way,

what I am being asked to do,
but symptomatic and humiliating.

Do you think the fop from Lehmbruck
would it ever happen?

He's a state secretary,
you are a freelancer.

He is a man and I am his lackey.

Lackey, isn't that open to gender?

No, but Lackaffe.

Well, I'm not a paint monkey.

Not you, him.

- Then why don't you kiss me hello?
- Where are the children?

So one is sitting there.

- I'm here!
- Yes, hurray.

And the rest?

- In their rooms?
- Didn't you want to take care of that?

I called her and couldn't reach her.
So I sent a text message.

How late-modern.

Knocked on the door?

- I haven't done that for a long time.
- I can't believe it.

- Jon?
- Yes?

Are you coming to dinner right away?

Okay.

You can.

Frieda.

Great idea,
falling asleep alone with a candle burning.

Daughter suffocated, mother arrested,
apartment burnt down, marriage divorced.

(blows)

We don't have home contents insurance,
We have no insurance at all.

We don't even get a pension.

We are senselessly independent.

The children will never earn money,
because they don't even know how.

All ruined
because of a lack of responsibility.

(in English) What are you doing here?

Can't you even speak German
with your mother?

I know, in Canada.

Everything was much better there
and here it's so awful.

What's going on?

Please come on, Frieda,
this is really important.

Your father cooked.

But something else must have happened
in four days of maternal absence.

- Frieda!
- Hey.

You haven't left the apartment,
since I left?

That was a tournament battle.

That's what you train for,
then you play and sleep.

Mmm. What's up?

Noodles.

Just like that, without anything?

(cell phone rings)

Yes, I can't right now.

- (voice on phone)
- Put it on the table for him.

He has to
sign it tonight.

Then go to the Borchardt or the grill
and slam it on his schnitzel plate.

Yes, I'm serious. Ciao.

Sorry.

Is there butter on it?

Nope.

Tim, I'm allergic to lactose,
You've known that for 20 years.

Don't you even want to know
if I've won?

Did you win?

Yes.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

(low rumble of thunder)

Listen up.

I would like
that we start talking again.

I've given it a lot of thought.

- I didn't even know her last name.
- Huh?

Maja.

I didn't even know her last name.
Did you?

We knew nothing about them.

- None of us.
- Come on, it wasn't like that.

I had a relationship with her.

You always ran away,
so she wouldn't talk all over you.

Not true at all.

You said that to me yourself,
that you shouldn't ask them anything,

because otherwise it will pour a torrent of words
on you.

Well,
it was a bit like that.

Yes, and now she's dead!

Now we should realize,

what a broken state
we lead our lives.

Totally split off.

Of the world, of people,
of each other anyway.

That's exactly why we're sitting here now.

We are the perfect example of a family,
that is destroying this world.

We live selfishly and ignorantly
and wasteful and vulgar.

We heat with gas,
which we demonize.

We have a vacation home,
where nobody wants to go.

Mom gets on the plane five times a month,

while dad trumpets to the world,
that flying should be a punishable offense.

We use all privileges without restraint,

that white, rich multiple income earners
enjoy in the western world.

We order organic wine from Amazon,
because the wine store around the corner went bankrupt.

He went bankrupt,
because everyone orders organic wine from Amazon.

- It's so fucked up.
- We order food all the time, me too.

Dad orders his cigarettes and even
the joint sheets from the bicycle slaves.

We are the reason
why the world is fucked.

Not the others,
the ones we're always bitching about.

We are!

(dynamic, electronic music)

We are the reason,
why the world is on the brink.

Not the others,
who we always want to blame for everything.

We are!

We live selfishly and ignorantly
and wasteful and vulgar.

As before
we continue to make unrestrained use of all privileges,

reserved for the western world.

And assume
that it's always the others,

because of which our planet is on the brink.

These others are ourselves.

The time has come for us to
finally take responsibility.

In our very personal,
private, intimate living space.

In every conceivable situation
of our everyday sphere.

Because it's only us,
who messed it up.

And because it's just us,

who need to change
have to change everything.

We are the reason,
why the world is on the brink.

Not the others. It's us!

(signal sounds)

(Music fades)

(Clerk)
I have a number of offers.

Porter service, on-call service,
You no longer do catering.

But also something much better. Here.

Medical-technical assistant
in an ENT practice.

They would take you,
with your Arabic expertise.

(denying) Mm-mmh.

(sighs) I know, I know.

They want a housekeeper.
Come hell or high water.

Then just take this one.

Earn less,
no development opportunities.

A single dead end.

They are educated far above average.

They speak three languages fluently.

You were a medical professional in Aleppo
and still prefer to clean?

People like you drive me crazy.

I'll do that.

You don't do that.

Yes, it is.

(restless string music)
(doorbell)

How do you do? Hello.

Hello.

Didn't we have a different amount
a different amount in the budget?

Oh God, I've instinctively
I've done exactly the right thing.

I had already submitted an application in advance
to exceed the budget.

Are you coming?

You, I have to go now.

Yes, I know,
you have to do it on your own now.

But I'll come to you tomorrow at half past eight
and then we'll write it together.

Okay?

- (Dio sings) Is this the real life?
- Yes, thank you, dear Antje.

- Is this just fantasy?
- Excuse me.

- Farrah?
- Farrah.

- Milena.
- Nice to meet you.

Me too.
And this is Dio.

- Hello, Dio.
- No escape from reality.

- Bohemian Rhapsody. (snorts)
- Hm.

Everything all right?

Yes, that's healing clay.
I have a bit of irritable bowel syndrome.

(Hello.

- I am Frieda.
- Farrah.

- Farrah. Nice name.
- Hmm.

(Milena) And this is Jon.
Frieda's twin brother.

Um...

- Hello.
- Hello.

(And Tim.

This is Farrah.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Couldn't you have
change your pants today?

- Why?
- Take a look at what you look like.

How then? The same as always.

- Yes, that's right.
- Mom!

That's true.
We're going to a funeral.

Yes, exactly. Black.

No matter.

Nice to meet you.

We have to go to a funeral.

That's why we look like this
and are a bit of a mess.

- Ah.
- Yes.

Uh, thanks.

So, why don't you all sit down?

The advantage for you is
that you experience the rare moment,

where you can see all five of us
in one place.

That really is a rarity.

- Good.
- There is a lot to say about our family.

So what makes her tick
or what kind of processes we have.

Yes, because we don't have any processes.

We are a typical German,
dysfunctional family,

where everyone cooks their own little soup and
and doesn't give a shit about the others.

(Tim snorts in disbelief)

(Farrah) Um...

I'm sorry about that.

You speak German so well.

How come?

(Farrah) We are a linguistically gifted people.

The Syrians, in general, yes?

Yes.

But my husband
studied German literature.

So I've been living with the
with the German language.

- Uh-huh.
- Hmm.

How long have you been in Germany?

For almost five years.

And your family?
I mean, do you have children?

(doorbells)

Oh God,
I think it's already the cab.

Are you serious?

(Roll of thunder)

(Come on, quick!

(We're too late,
I can't believe it!

(devotional liturgical chant)

(Door opens muffled)

(Pastor in Polish) He who believes in me,
will live, even if he dies.

From the Gospel of John.

With death, he and we have
the chance to understand this time anew.

(loud rumbling)

(Milena groans)

(Jesus Christ says:

"I am the resurrection and the life."

Come here.

(Maja was often
here before the service,

to bring fresh flowers
for the altar.

Like me, you know
how committed and connected

Maja's relationship with life and her surroundings.

(liturgical singing continues)

(Roll of thunder)

(Singing fades)

My condolences.

Condolences.

(Tim) My condolences.

(Condolences.

My condolences.

- Condolences.
- (Milena sobs)

My heartfelt condolences.

My condolences.

I am so sorry.

My heartfelt condolences.

(speaks in Polish)

- Excuse me?
- Who are you?

(melancholic ambient music)

(Milena breathes heavily)

(fast, dramatic piano music)

(echoing footsteps)

(breathes deeply)

(bicycle bells)

(Milena in chant)
Who am I?

I don't know.

I am me.

That's not me.

Who I am not, I am not.

Who am I?

What do I know?

I am me.

That's not me.

Who I am not, I am not.

I am me.

That's not me.

I am here.

Or there?

Or there?

(music intensifies)

I am here.

I'm still here, it's not true.

I am here.

Or there?
(cell phone rings)

(Hello. Hello?

Of course, I can manage that.

No problem. Yes. Already done.

Sure, I'd be happy to.

Not for me.

Not even for you.

(cheers)

That's not me.

(whispered) I'm not.

(music builds up dramatically)

(laughs excitedly)

(shrill scream)

(hissing voices)

(Music fades)

(she breathes exhaustedly, groans)

(Voices whisper hissing)
Show yourself. Show yourself. Show yourself.

I am you. You are me.

You are me. You are me. You are me.

I am you. I am you. Show yourself.

(loud roll of thunder)

(dynamic string music)

(bright spherical sounds)

(muffled screams and commotion)

(threatening string sounds)

(she breathes shakily)

(panicked screams)

(screams intensify)
(breathes haltingly)

(screams end)

(breathes shakily)

(exhales heavily)

(continues breathing shakily)

(spherical sounds intensify)

(shaky breathing ends)
(long, calm sound)

(in Arabic) Look.

I hold your hands,
as if we were deeply familiar...

but I don't even know you anymore.

We have always known each other.

You know that.

(sustained harp sounds)

Nothing can separate us.

We have grown into each other like trees,

that are very close to each other

and their roots have woven an inextricable
underground network.

But there is a wall.

A wall between us.

I know.

But I will get through it,
through the wall. I swear it.

(boy croaks)

(slight noise)

Karim.

(Harp sounds continue)

(skateboard clacks)

(Music fades)

(floor creaks)
(keys jingle)

Hello, Jon.

Hello.

Uh, Farrah.

Your room is locked.

- Shouldn't I go in there?
- No.

So, uh...

I don't know.

(Keys rattle in the lock)

(takes a startled breath)

Ya 'iilahi.

(Jon) What does that mean?

Oh my goodness.

Yes.

(Farrah) Ah, you have...

a VR.

Do you know that?

Yes, a little bit.

(Where from?

What do you play?

Transportal.

(door closes)

(spherical drone)

(inhales in amazement)

(louder drone)

(Farrah) That's nice.

Move your head.

Ah yes.

(dark spherical drone)

Here.

This is how you move.

How?

So.

Ah.

So to the left and so to the right.

You have to collect these elements.

So.

And pass it to the gatebuilder.

- You?
- Yes.

(spherical sound)

- (bright electronic sounds)
- Strike.

(she snorts in astonishment)

(Farrah) You have to
fill in that gate, right?

Yes.

- How many players does a team have?
- Four.

This is a demo.

If you play correctly,
each player is played by one person,

somewhere in the world
is currently online.

Yes, I know that.

- From where?
- From my son.

Oh yes, your son.

- How old is he?
- 17.

That's amazing.

Me too.

I know.

(spherical drone)

What's going on now?

(Jon) Oh, that's a gimmick.

That at the end of the game, the winners
lead the vanquished through the goal.

Where to?

Mostly just in a different league.

(dynamic string music)

Can you teach me how to play the game?

Of course.

(dynamic rhythmic beats set in)

(String music becomes more tense)

(horn honking)
(traffic noise)

(wheel rattles)
(muffled drum rhythms)

(metallic rattling)

(high-pitched continuous beep)

(breathes hurriedly)

(Drums and music fade away)

I'm late.
I was supposed to pick up my daughter.

- What was the name?
- Engels.

Tim Engels.

I was at the preliminary
at the preliminary meeting last week.

Frieda? Yes.
Not so bad, Mr. Engels.

- The surgery took longer than expected.
- Why?

Frieda.

- Frieda.
- Excuse me.

- I am the father.
- Please wait in the waiting room.

(TV) In the consultation, the person has,

who is considering an abortion,
rights.

It must not be pushed in a certain direction.
be pushed in a certain direction.

The woman therefore decides for herself
what happens to her body.

Mr. Engels?
Please sign here.

Why? Again?

Your daughter is a minor, isn't she?

Oh, yes.

Still.
Hard to believe.

Most parents see it the other way around.

Or like this.

Hello, my darling.

Hello, Dad.

How do you do? Just a moment, please.

You have to take this seriously.

We had great difficulty
to stop the bleeding,

because you have not told us
what substances you consume.

If I am not your confidant
in this regard, who is?

- Yes?
- I feel very weak.

May I please go?

Of course.

Comm.

Thank you.

- Is she...
- Talk to her.

Reunion.

(light rain pattering)
(subway chattering)

How is it going?

Quite okay.

Can we please go home?

What are you doing there?

I'll call us a cab.

Cabs are on strike today after all.

Seriously?

How did you get here?

(soft humming)

The woman at the practice said
there were complications.

Can we please
not talk about it now, please?

What was it?

Is this from you?

The claim, yes.

- What is a claim again?
- Well, that one.

Why are you still walking around?
like some left-wing intellectual,

when you've worked for years for companies
that are destroying the planet?

- What are you doing now?
- Why don't you tell me?

Frieda, I don't want or need to have this conversation
again.

That has become your new standard response
to any kind of criticism.

Serious critics
take an in-depth look

on the object of their criticism,

before they
before they throw out insubstantial blanket judgments.

The object is called Tim Engels,
sits next to me and is my father.

Hm.

Okay, "in-depth look", here:

The store you work hard for,

is a neoliberal rolling commando
with eco-camouflage,

who has been making one sinister
compromise after compromise.

What's going on?
Have you joined the DKP?

The what?

You talk
like a Stalinist propaganda chief.

I'm asking you questions. You always said
I should ask you questions.

Now you're not giving me any more answers.

(train announcement) Exit left.

(he snorts)

(she snorts)

(subway doors open)

(station announcement)
(unintelligible babble of voices)

Type!

(exciting electronic beats)

(dark rhythmic throbbing begins)

(cool noise)

(echoing thunder)

(electronic whirring)

(trance-like techno music)

(crackling and crashing)

(water splashing)

(Frieda breathes heavily)

(hectic rattling)

(marching steps)

(Frieda screams)

(bouncing brighter sounds)
(cheering cries)

(gunshot)
(echoing laughter)

(ascending drone)

(echoing breath)

(ascending drone)

(Music fades)

(knocking)

(Frieda?

(stronger knocking)

Frieda, are you all right?

(Yes.

Will you get out at some point?

I still have to clean the bathroom.

Is that why you're waiting for me?

Yes.
You've been showering for an hour and a half.

I brought iced tea.

Do you want to?

(curious, twitching string music)

Well, it hurts.

Here.

And did you say goodbye?

(Music becomes dreamier)

I don't know.

Do you want to?

What do you mean by that?

(silent)

(Roll of thunder)

Are you ready?

Yes.

(soft, glittering sounds)

(Music becomes more mystical)

So.

Think of the being that you were not yet
were ready to receive.

Explain to him why.

Be full of love.

It will understand you.

(Music swells with tension)

(dull throbbing)

(throbbing becomes brighter)
(diagonally ascending sounds)

(Music slowly fades out)

(Roommate speaks in Arabic)

- (in Arabic) Hello.
- Hey.

(rain pattering)

(quietly) Hey.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well, have you made acquaintance
with the lamp?

Yes.

- Wow.
- Nice.

Do you all do that with the light?

(all) Yes, mhm.

Yes, of course.

Farrah is crazy.

But the lamp is good.

(rapid steps)

(Milena) Someone must be in a position to
to use this money again.

- It was approved.
- Yes, but as a special item.

We should have spent it this year.

But that won't work,
because construction is progressing so slowly.

But if we don't spend it, we won't have enough
it in next year's budget.

Do you understand this logic?

- Yes, of course.
- Of course, he says.

Why do such
bureaucratized to death

does not trigger tantrums in the offspring?

Gernot is 45 and the new head of department.

Then he has held up well.

Thank you too.

Can you take a moment?

- Everything all right?
- Yes.

Conjunctivitis,
goes away again.

(exhales)
This is what I get from this madness here.

Your problem is a completely normal process
of practical development policy.

A grant cannot be approved and then
and then withdrawn without warning.

- If it wasn't called up, it was.
- That is the ultimate disaster for us.

If approved money has not been spent by the
has not been spent by the end of the year,

the overall budget will be
will be reduced next year.

(unintelligible murmuring)

Oh oh, His Serene Highness.

(in singsong) Huhu.

I'll try my luck.

(snorts)

These shoes destroy my feet.

Tell me your cell phone number.

(laughs)

Yes, exactly.

(sings) 0190 332 332.

- Very funny.
- Try a little harder.

What's your name again?

Gernot.

Like my uncle.
Do you know the root of the word?

Nope.

"Ger" comes from spear
and "Not" from Knoton.

That means swinging.

Ah yes?

Spear-wielding, Gernot.

(she laughs)

(laughs)

- So, Milena, you know how it works.
- Why are we actually on first-name terms?

But it was a bad time.

He can't now.

(Why?

They're in crisis right now.

But I have an idea.

So, Ms. Engels,

We construct a new project
from the old one and backdate it.

Then it comes
to the next budget meeting.

What, when?

- That's in a week.
- Can you manage that?

- What?
- Submit the application again.

(faltering) The whole application?

All over again?

Well, what now? Do you want to
build your theater in a slum or not?

So, Antje, we'll submit the application
with all the trimmings again.

And you have to call Jolene and
the stupid contractor.

- Everything new again?
- Yes, exactly.

We need all documents again
with a new date.

Mhm, yes.

Yes, okay, see you then.

(snorts)

Coffee?

Dear tea.

(Milena) Black, green, colorful?

I've brought some tea.
Would you like to try it?

Oh, I thought we were on first-name terms.

With pleasure.

Milena.

Farrah.

I thought we were telling each other who we are,

where we come from and what moves us.

Good.

Now?

(cell phone rings)

Now.

Good.

I was born in 1985,

in Damascus.

That was a time,

when the average birth rate in Syria
was still seven children per family.

- Seven?
- Yes.

But my parents
only got one thing, me.

My father died immediately afterwards.

(Oh.

(Farrah) I don't remember
I don't remember him at all.

But what my mother
told me about him,

it could be
that I was unlucky.

She had gotten it into her head
that I would study, do science.

She was a nurse and
started working in a psychiatric clinic.

And so, at a young age
found my life's theme.

Mental illness.

That's what they officially say here, but...

I am not committed to one school
or direction.

There is interesting knowledge everywhere.

When I took my husband
on a research trip to Austria

I have accompanied, I have
a completely new field of research,

a source of knowledge.

Mmm. And which one?

I'll tell you about that another time.

Later.

But why are you here
and your family is not?

(inhales)

Why are you cleaning
instead of having your own practice?

I don't have a... license.

I wouldn't get a permit at all,
to open a practice here.

In any case,

when the Arab Spring broke out,

we took to the streets.

And really believed that
a renewal of the system was possible,

that the regime, i.e. Assad,
would change its mind or abdicate.

Spring has been different everywhere.

Particularly bad in Syria.

(gunshots)
(screams)

We had to
to flee to my husband's hometown.

To the north, to Aleppo.

The twins were still able to
could still go to school.

I worked in a hospital,
that was bombed.

(muffled explosion)
(glass shatters)

When our house was finally
was hit,

it became particularly dangerous for Karim,
my husband.

We knew that he was
was on the radar of the secret service.

And we had to hide in the countryside,
in the north.

It was too risky for him and the children,
to flee abroad.

But at the same time, at some point we had...

hardly any food and no prospects.

So I did it on my own.

The escape?

(dynamic string music)

How?

(takes a deep breath and sighs)

With truck

and ship

and then on foot.

And I was lucky.

(ominous sounds)

Only because I'm here,
they can survive.

(String music intensifies)

(Farrah whispers in Arabic)

(whispers in Arabic)

(Music slowly fades out)

(Roll of thunder)

Come here.

Wow.

- What is this?
- This is our apartment.

(laughs) And that?

This is your room.

Oh, nice.

- And this?
- This is Dad's room.

Mhm.

And that?

This is Tim's room.

But Tim and I
actually sleep in the same bed.

Yes, you can go over to his place,
if you want to.

But, I always have to walk through Godfrey's
Godfrey's room when I want to be with Tim.

Yes.

Tim can also come to you.

And dad.

Yes.

Sure.

(pattering rain)
(rolling thunder)

(quick steps)

Sorry, sorry.
I just have... too much stuff.

So, what do you think we should do
do with the remaining quarter of an hour?

Fifteen minutes?

5:45 p.m., your appointment was at 5.

Oh God, maybe I'll just go again.

No, no, suggest something.

(falters and sighs)

I can't now.

Maybe we're talking about this pattern,
your tendency to be late.

That can no longer be abolished.

I've been like this since I was born,
I was already two weeks late.

However, you will miss out on a lot.

- Maybe that's what I want.
- Is that so?

No, nonsense, I...

I think it's terrible,
but I can't get it right. I just...

I'm trying to give the impression
as if I'm not that interested in something.

Why?

(sighs nervously) Yes...

Probably
to keep a safe distance.

A safe distance from what?

About the people.

I like to be impressive,
but not binding.

I like to leave my mark.

But she doesn't want to take responsibility for it.

That sounds like a text
that you wrote down beforehand.

Yes, I am a text machine
and you're not my first therapist.

What do you expect
from our meetings?

Can you be more specific in the meantime?

(exhales)

(snorts)

I am so much more insecure
than most people think.

On the one hand, this is practical,
on the other hand...

I don't feel seen.

I would like to change that.

The uncertainty or the fact
that people misjudge you?

Yes, "the people"
is perhaps a little imprecise.

Please specify. Who do you mean?

Millie, of course.

Your wife should recognize your insecurities
better recognize your insecurities in order to heal them.

Yes, it would happen by itself if she
more interested in me.

Can you
explain that in a little more detail?

- What now?
- What you want from your wife.

(snorts)

Yes.
(rhythmic rock music)

So...

That she looks at me.

Asks questions.

Assumes nothing.

Me... checks.

So, perceives.

As a friend.

Familiar.

As a guy, as a man.

As an object too.

As a body.

(strained breathing)

(chanting) Where did it go?
The thing

Once upon a time it was my body

It's so hard to pretend
As if I no longer have a body

Subject, object

If it's not checked
Then there is no place here

There is no one for addiction and escape
And what remains is a pet

(all) Bodycheck, check, check, bodycheck

Check, check, check, body check

Check, check, body check, check, check

Bodycheck

Check, Check

Give it back to me

After all, the good piece is my body

I'm not a clone after all

Testosterone
I immediately think that's it

(cheers)

I'm just wind, a child
That wants a goodnight kiss

Go to sleep, wake up

And scream
I need optimism

(dramatically ascending trumpet sounds)

(Roll of thunder)

(music increases)

(silent)

(Jon?

(Jon!

(music stops)
(spherical drone)

(Farrah groans)

(Now pass back.

(Farrah groans)

(Jon groans) Good. Now you.

And double pass.

(she groans)

And Strike.

(she breathes exhaustedly)

(Cheering whistles from the computer)

So I need a break.

(snorts)

That's really exhausting.

Well.

Thank you for getting these.

Oh, I got it on Ebay for a fox.
I only had to repair one glass.

- Fox?
- Fuffi.

- Fuffi?
- 50.

- Cent?
- Euro.

Phew.

No problem. At the last tournament
2,000 dollar bonus at the last tournament.

2 000?

(computer beeps)

- I'll leave you to it.
- No.

(computer beeps)

Is she the one you were talking about?

Well then...

(calm, dreamy sounds)

(long mystical string sounds)

(typing)

(typing)

(typing)

(doorbells)

(computer beeps)

(doorbells)

I'm not opening the door,
as long as you haven't answered.

(repeated doorbell ringing)

(soft piano music)

(doorbells)

- That must be Dad.
- Sorry, Dio.

(repeated doorbell ringing)

(snorts sheepishly)

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Hello, Jon.

Hello, Godfrey.

(in English) I've been ringing for a while.

Sorry, we were distracted.

No problem.

(in German) See you soon.

(soulful string music)

(Door slams shut)
(Music ends)

(elevator buzz)

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

("Bohemian Rhapsody"
starts in the background)

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy

- (gentle bubbling)
- I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go

Little high, little low

- Any way the wind blows
- (air noise)

Doesn't really matter to me

To me

(electrical hissing)

(echoing bang)

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger
Now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

- Mom, ooh
- (spherical noise)

(startles)

Didn't mean to make you cry

I sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all

(strong tremor)

(exhales firmly)

(Godfrey on Haussa)
Fasten your seat belt, Dio.

(groans)

(Tire squeal in time lapse)

(distorted traffic noise)

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouche, Scaramouche
Will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning
Very, very frightening me

- Galileo
- Galileo

- Galileo, Galileo Figaro
- Galileo, Galileo Figaro

- Magnifico
- Oh-oh-oh-oh

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

(objects fall to the ground in a staggered manner)

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?

Bismillah, no

- We will not let you go
- Let him go

- Bismillah
- We will not let you go

Let him go

- Bismillah
- We will not let you go

- Will not let you go
- Let me go

Never, never, never, never let me go

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

- Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia
- Mamma mia, let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me, for me

(cheers)

(music stops)
(muffled cheers)

(rain pattering)

(Dio, comm.

(dynamic string music)

(Karim) "UN transfers 30 million dollars
to Syria for humanitarian purposes."

(Arabic)
They don't understand anything.

- Should they leave it alone?
- Of course.

Only when half the country has starved to death
will anything move.

The UN is a useless
bureaucratized monstrosity.

And will let us down,
just like the rest of the stupid poor world.

Karim!

Sorry.

- It all pisses me off.
- I know.

- If nothing happens soon, I'll freak out.
- Something will happen. I promise.

- Your hope is not enough for us.
- But it has to be!

Why? Look at us.
We're dead in here.

Enough now!

Don't you dare say such a thing.

(takes a deep breath)

It is a difficult path,

but we will walk it.

I am making progress.

(Teenager 3) You over there.
Right, over there. Yes, very good.

And you there.

All good?

Good. We have to hurry,
We only have half an hour left.

(Climbing harness clanks)

(Cars whizz past)

(zipper)
Tighter?

Don't forget,
the team climbs down the back.

Okay, ready?

One after the other!

(loud honking)

(low engine hum)

(Siren approaching)

(multiple honking)
(siren noise)

Watch out, they're coming.

(horn honking)
(siren stops)

Photo!

(curious, restless sounds)

(Reporter) A group of young activists
activists this morning...

(Teenager 3) The banner.
It looks so real.

Hey, guys,
the whole world can see us right now.

Under the motto,
your ignorance is our dance of death

you got stuck
in the morning rush hour...

(all giggle)

Nobody came to any harm.

The predominantly underage activists

were released after their personal details
were released again.

In the Senate...

- Crazy.
- Mega heavy.

We just did it.

None of the speakers
wanted to commit themselves to the matter.

- (Adolescent 4) Can I go to your...
- (adolescent 3) Is it possible?

(passenger) Well, I'm really looking forward
to the party.

(Announcement) Next stop, Central Station.

Exit left.

- What do you want?
- I think we have to get out.

Hey, bro, come on, we gotta get out of here.

(mocking laughter)

(vacuum cleaner noise)

Oh, I'll be there later.

No, come in!

Just very briefly!

Done.

Farrah?

(in singsong) Yes?

I think I have a... disorder.

Ah yes?

A sex disorder.

Hm.

Why do you think that?

I don't want one.

- Sex?
- Yes.

But sex can be beautiful.

Yes, I've heard that before
heard that somewhere.

What experiences have you
experiences?

Not so much.

Once a year and a half ago

and the other three months ago.

And I was already pregnant.

But was it nice, the sex?

Nope.

Why not?

(takes a deep breath)

Because I have a sex disorder.

That makes sense.

Yes, isn't it?

So...

First you have to know your wishes
and desires in the first place.

Do you know yours?
Do you ever think about sex?

Yes, okay, I'll remember.

And what do you think about then?

I'm kind of...
(door opens)

(Milena speaks in English)

Jolene! I've explained it to you
three times now.

You, the architect and Sheena!

If I don't have it by tonight,
we don't get any money.

No. This is our last chance!

We have missed every deadline,
since the trial began a year ago.

And I feel terrible about it.

No one in the ministry
will take me seriously any more,

if we don't
in time this time.

Okay? Thank you.

(screams and hits the worktop)

- Can I help you?
- No.

You know, I...

(she breathes shakily)

Yes?

(she sobs)

(she breathes quivering)

(Milena) Oh dear, oh dear.

(laughs sheepishly)

(sobs) I'll manage.

(gasps for air)

(sobs)

(whimpers)

(squeals)

(cries louder)

(sobbing) Sorry.

(breathes more slowly)

Oh.

- Hello, Mom.
- (sobs) Hello.

- All clear?
- Everything is great.

Did the fridge call you?

What's up, my darling?

"My darling"?

You haven't said that to me for ages.

You're still my darling.

(dryly) Ah.

Yes, because Farrah is standing there now.

Now you're playing the dear mother,

which you are not actually.

Because you think
that's what the audience wants to see.

(Milena) Ah, damn.

Then get lost at last.

You stupid, stupid, fucking cow,

who can only grumble.

You've been nagging me for 17 years

and take no notice of anything,
that is done for you.

You have absolutely no idea
how hard it was to raise you

and put up with this constant whining

and always persevering and loving

and patiently hold out against it.

And yet you
kept on grumbling and grumbling

and grumbled.

She's so cute, little cheeky Frieda.

Always against it, always provoking,
just like dad.

No way! Have you ever thought about it?
why I'm looking for a fight all the time?

I can hardly wait,
your lazy ass

out of the house
and never come back!

- ...more important than your daughter.
- Then this miserable

negative shit that you've been firing at me since
you've been firing at me since you were born!

Then you can
with your dad,

with whom you get along
so much better than with me,

even though he didn't give a shit about you
when you were little!

I carried you through the apartment
through the apartment, for years!

I changed your diapers,

because you were still five
you were too lazy to go to the toilet.

I did the schoolwork with you,
that you never, never, never wanted to do! Me!

That's the most important thing for you:
Performance, performance, performance!

(shrieks)

(shrieks)

(muffled screeching)

(computer beeps)

(stomping steps)

(Door slams shut)

(steps move away)

And what was the result?

That you know nothing about me
and understand nothing about me.

(breathes in haltingly and snorts)

You don't even know that I've just
aborted a child, you know.

(Door slams shut)

(incredulous) What?

(door squeaks)

(calm, dreamy sounds)

(long, mystical string sounds)

(air showers)

(snorts in amazement)

(dark piano sounds begin)

(air showers)

(music swells)

(Music becomes more alert)

(air showers)

(he startles)

(laughs overwhelmed)

(air showers)

(music builds up dramatically)

(brisk drumbeats)

(splashing)

(rushing water)

(electronic, droll sounds)

(short roll of thunder)

(music becomes more dynamic)
(spherical, hissing sounds begin)

(Music slowly fades out)

We have tried to get rid of the reactive
of all these figures of thought

and our imagination
not to focus on it,

how we can better serve future life,
but how we can reinvent it.

Tim?

We are talking here
the so-called working conditions.

In the new future
living and working are integral.

Because you are empowered to create, vary and
to create, vary and interpret.

And because you know what it takes,
to fit productively into the whole,

without disappearing behind it.

Work as a source of identity
is abolished.

And our diverse activities become part of
of a swarm-intelligent existence.

We are the swarm.

You were good today.

Like most of the time.

You too.

- How rare.
- (she laughs softly)

What do we do
with the evening we've started?

It is eleven.

That's right.

I'll take you home?

Yes, that's something.

(rhythmic rock music)

A little race?

This way.

(It's red!

(Tim roars)

(she groans)

(she startles and laughs)

(she squeals) Oh man, no!

(Siren)

- Oh, no.
- Oh, no.

Please don't.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

"Gentlemen" is so easy to say,
but we are one gentleman and one lady.

(snorts) Wonderfully stupid line.

We don't need tutoring
in gender studies.

You need some,
in compliance with the road traffic regulations.

- Ah yes?
- The traffic light wasn't even cherry green anymore.

No, just red.

Yes, and now?

120 Euro warning fine
and one point in the register.

You can't be serious.

Not mine, but his.

She likes it when it rhymes,
especially when it comes to genders.

We don't think that's
not so appropriate now, is it?

Then I would like to have
your identity papers.

- Hey, man, stop!
- Wait a minute!

(repeated honking)

(Engine howls)

(Siren)

(dramatically ascending trumpet sounds)

(Roll of thunder)

(Siren)

(brakes squeal)

(music increases)

(both giggle)

(Music fades)

This is where you live?

Yes, there.

Comm.

Wait a minute.

What is it?

Yes, it's all great,
what we do here. But...

You know, that's actually what
what I miss so much in my marriage.

Hm.

Perhaps a reason
not to do without it elsewhere?

(laughs)

Yes, but I want to get it right again.

Because of love?

Because of love.

Then so be it.

Night, night.

(depressing harp music)

(keys jingle)

(Shoes squeak)

Millie?

(door creaks)

(breathes shallowly)

(snorts)

(Music continues)

(moans softly)

Millie?

(music ends)

(she grumbles briefly)

No.

What is it?

Everything has to change.

Yes, I stand for renewal.

Tim.

I can't take any more.

I always can.

Don't make jokes now, please.

I want to finally get it right...

that we...

(soft, tense sounds)

(breathes nervously)

(singing flute notes)

(spherical hissing)

Nope, nope, nope.

You stay here now.

You can't always run away.

You soap even the most fucked-up business fart
you soap up.

You give the most unsympathetic types
the most ludicrous lectures,

to sell them your product.

But if your wife talks to you
about what you might consider trivial,

but existential problems for them
of their everyday lives,

which is our everyday life and therefore also yours,

Just a reminder, then you leave.

That's too much for you, isn't it?
Just don't sweep in front of your own pee-pee door.

That's not enough
the smart super rhetoric.

Because she goes for a nice walk,
when it's time to get down to business!

But if you ever need something, right?

If you're ever that needy,

then everything must happen immediately, immediately!

Fast, fast, consumption, consumption,
Love, love, love!

Operate, operate, operate!
I have to be able to do this immediately and fulfill it!

(exaggerated) Yes!

Otherwise it will be switched on,
the complaints machine.

From morning till night
you complain

about too little of this, too little of that,

too few cuddles,
too little closeness, too little security!

I'm not your mom, man!

Stand still!

Stand still!

(loud thud)

(snorts briefly)

- (he groans)
- (she giggles)

Yeah, you enjoy that, huh?

Because little Milena has figured something out,
finally.

What penny has dropped now?

That you are
totally overwhelmed by your work?

That you actually
wanted to be a self-sacrificing mother

and then suddenly couldn't do anything?

That your children
don't care about their parents?

That you have treated your husband for 17 years
as if he were your dull half-brother,

who hauls in coal,
but has nothing else to offer.

The one you drag along,
if you want to look good as a couple,

but does not take
on journeys into the unknown,

because you always have to do them all
and absolutely have to do them alone,

self-empowerment
and emancipation.

And above all, because the first and last
feminist thought

is ultimately a purely self-centered one.

In your world, feminism is simply
a subscription to the full-throttle, super-narcissistic

your own personal fucking
Milena-Self-discovery-I-my-my-

my-my-my-me-me-me-me-me-me
and-a-thousand-times-only-me-departure!

(neighbor) Tell me,
are you still working properly?

Go fuck,

with a look,

then there is peace.

(Door closes loudly)

(steps move away)

(rain pattering)

(cool, ambient sounds)

(bright singing harmonizes with sounds)

(ambient sounds become more dramatic)

(door buzzing)

What?

(breathes shakily)

(sobs)

Hello, Tim? This is Farrah.

(electronically pulsating sounds)

Yes, she's here,
you don't have to worry.

Yes?

Yes, if you want to.

I can't go that far away now.

But...

There's a Späti just around the corner.

(Tim) You fall into the same patterns again and again
into the same patterns, so we do.

(sighs) We even do therapy and everything.
therapy and everything.

It's so tedious.

I don't know either.

It's a really big mess.

You have to sort it.

What is it now?
are you a cleaner or a therapist?

Well, somehow everything is different
at home since you've been here.

I think
it doesn't have that much to do with me.

You are all at a point,
where something has to change.

Something fundamental.

You too.

You have become strangers to each other.

But you are afraid
to talk about the reasons.

Perhaps because you
have not yet fully understood them yourselves?

Smart guy.

(snorts) Please?

Yes, it may be everything, but...

What do you suggest?

(Farrah) This is
a high frequency LED lamp,

which was developed by an Austrian psychologist

and a German neurologist
was developed.

When you relax, close your eyes
and let it shine on you,

the flickering light penetrates
through your eyelids onto the retina

and triggers neuronal impulses
into your synapse structure.

Among other things, this activates a gland
at the back of the midbrain is activated,

whose distributions the human

especially with two events
in his life.

At birth and at death.

What is being distributed?

A cocktail of substances,

The decisive one is called DMT.

That's a drug.

You can consume it as an active ingredient,
but you don't have to,

because our body
can release the substance itself

and at the same time appropriately dosed.

And what triggers the substance?

It strengthens our willingness to
to let go.

It gives us the opportunity to look at our lives
with a healthy distance.

It leads us back
to our basic states.

Trust.

Openness.

Love.

(snorts) Wow, anything else?

It empowers us in situations,

that overtax our imagination,
to make the incomprehensible bearable.

As with near-death experiences?

Exactly.

It can be like
an artificially stimulated near-death experience.

Just because you stare at it?

The eyes remain closed.

Smart guy.

(he snorts)

(curious ambient music)

(breathes uneasily)

(nervous breathing)

(bright bouncing sounds begin)

(takes a deep breath)

(Music swells with tension)

(music flattens out)
(bright playful tones)

(Music slowly fades out)

(dark, bouncing sounds)

(ascending curious sounds)

(cell phone vibrates)

- Simone?
- Millie, where are you?

(traffic noise)

(Hello.

To the ministerial gardens, please.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, hello, Mrs. Engels.
- I'm sorry.

I'm never late,
so really never, never, never.

You may have known that today
would be a rather unpleasant meeting.

Why?

Because your application was not accepted.

What?

I thought
it was just a formality.

We have so many holes to fill.

Yes, and what does that mean now?

This means that we
stop funding your initiative.

(snorts in disbelief)

This is the most successful cultural project
in the entire region.

The program that
you enjoyed decorating yourself with.

For 15 years we have been producing
with hundreds of children and young people

really funny
and educational plays.

- I know.
- You need to rethink your life.

Their norms, their outdated dreams.

I know.
The project is unique

and I admire your perseverance,
but I don't understand,

why you did not contact the Federal Foreign Office
long ago.

(Music fades)
(Rolling thunder)

(quiet conversations)

Tomorrow.

Tim.

Morning, Sam.

Tomorrow.

Could you come here for a moment, please?

(in Japanese) Always
a close look at the data.

This is Michelle, this is Chao.

(Joy.

Yes, what's up? Are you the new ones
for the fall campaign?

No.

Tim, Open Mind has decided
that your time with the company is over.

Michelle and Chao will be taking over
take over your department next month.

We wish for a smooth transition
and ask you,

the two
into the current campaigns.

(he chuckles briefly)

(laughs briefly) What?

You are dismissed.

Wow.

(Footsteps approaching)

What are you doing here?

You're avoiding me.

- No.
- Yes, you can.

I also know why.

What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?

You don't want to go.

- To where?
- To your appointment.

Next week. Dreamhack Convention.

Fear is an unfair competitor,

if you are looking
for emotional connection.

Your fear wants you
all to yourself.

But do you want to
stay alone with your fear?

(snorts briefly)

(frantically strumming music)

(sustained string music begins)

(Music flattens out)

(Door opener buzzes)

Hello.

Family council?

Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

(Music slowly fades out)

I didn't know if you were coming,
if I told you in advance,

that I would like to
at my table.

I don't know what will happen next.

Me neither.

Me neither.

Very good.

Then you can finally start,
find your way back to yourself.

To you as a group and as a family.

A new chapter begins here,

in which you tell each other everything,
what you have kept secret until now.

And you without reproach,

without tactics,

shows each other.

(steps move away)

(takes a deep breath)

I'll start.

(bright, long-lasting sound)

(Okay.

And I'm not running away again.

(soulful string music)

(Roll of thunder)

(restless throbbing spherical sounds)

(Dishes clink softly)

(unintelligible quiet conversations)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(Tim groans)

(Jon sniffles)

Listen.

I need you to do me a favor.

A big one.

I need you,
for a session with the light.

A group session.

Okay.

On the 26th, so in a week's time.

Here?

No, with you.

All five?

(No, not Dio.

It is very important.

You have to promise me.

All right?

(all) Yes.

Before that you have to
complete a few tasks.

I wish
that you get to know the game,

with which Jon
will be promoted to the Champions League.

The video game?

VR, mom!

(Yes.
And I wish,

that you accompany Frieda for once,

when she dances with her friends
dancing through the night.

(Music becomes more tense)

- Hi.
- H i.

(ascending string music begins)

(Music continues)

(electronic, bouncing start)

Ready?

(hectic electronic beats)

(spherical drone)

(Music becomes quieter and fades away)

- Jolene?
- Milena!

(laughs) Guess where I am.

I don't know, where are you?

- I am here.
- In Nairobi?

Why didn't you say anything?

Can you come
and we can have dinner together?

Unfortunately I can't!

I am on the road
with my aunt and friends.

Can we meet tomorrow then?

I have something important to tell you.

Me too! Me too!

Let's meet at Kamkunji at 9 am.

- All right.
- Good night.

- Good night, Jolene.
- (Jolene laughs)

- And have fun!
- Bye bye.

(Jolene and her friends laugh)

(glasses clink softly)
(traffic noise)

(sighs)

(quiet, unintelligible conversations)

(Milena exhales)

(in English) Think about it.

Oh God.

(takes a breath)

(Godfrey laughs; in English) Milena,
didn't know you were here too.

In Nairobi, I mean.

Yes, I am...

here more often.

Um...

Listen, I want...

I need to talk to you.

A little... more detailed.

(breathes heavily)

Good.

(expels air)

What is it all about?

I would like a little more time for that.

I have to go back.

Here, to Nairobi, permanently.

I'll get a much better job,
at UNESCO.

I have to do this.

I see.

And Dio?

I don't know that.

I wanted to discuss that.

(laughs dryly) No, you're telling me,

that I now have to take full responsibility
now. Isn't that right?

He can also come with me.
But then we'll tear him out of his world.

He loves his school, his friends,
he has better opportunities.

You know all that.

So I don't really have a choice, do I?

(sighs)

I haven't had a choice yet.

You had our child in Germany
and are expecting it,

that we take care of Dio together.
So I moved to Berlin.

I left my home,
my whole life, for Dio.

And for you.

And since then I've been standing every other week

like a supplicant before you,

the woman who wants to get rid of me

and your husband,
who thinks I'm ridiculous.

(exhales sharply)

But he is our common child.

And not an annoying thing,
that I dragged in.

But you know, even in
a complicated situation like this,

in which no one is really to blame,

I always feel like the one
the one who causes problems

and you pretend to be the one
who has to solve them.

That's the way it is.

(sighs sobered)

I love Dio just as much as you do,

but my life is in Berlin,
apart from Dio,

lonely and empty.

I am a different person in Nairobi,

lively, inspired,

even humorous.

Maybe even the one,
you once fell in love with.

But if I stay in Berlin,
this person inside me will disappear.

So we have to think about
what can be done.

Can you manage
clarify this difficult issue with me,

without adopting an arrogant,
arrogant attitude?

Now I'm the colonial aunt?

I will not allow you to call me
arrogant or presumptuous.

(laughs disparagingly)

The bill please.

(he snorts in disbelief)

You are the epitome
of historical bending.

You produce good news for your conscience
constantly good news,

but in the end
you don't want to meet at eye level.

You don't even know what that means
in relation to this continent.

You never learned it.

As if it were part of your DNA,

which for generations has always

adheres to false,
ignorant principles.

In this respect, this
not really a conversation,

but simply
a confirmation of the status quo.

That means that you
don't seek or want a dialog in the first place.

Maybe we'd better write to each other.

Or you can leave it to your lawyers.

(timid, oppressive harp music)

(muffled traffic noise)

(muffled horn)

(muffled horn)

(engine humming)

(Music becomes quieter)

(road noise)

- How are you?
- Fine! And you?

Well.

Not so good.

Come on, tell me. What's going on?

(car honks briefly)

Jolene,
I have some really bad news.

Really?
I have some pretty good news!

Don't say you're pregnant.

- (laughs)
- Is that you?

No, no, no.

- Don't you dare!
- (giggles)

And now what?

first the good
or bad news first?

The bad before the good,
so that the good heal the bad.

- You have canceled the financing.
- Excuse me?

My financing.

Complete.

That makes my news
even better!

What do you mean?

We lost all the money!

I will not be able to finance the
I will not be able to finance the construction of the theater.

Milena! You don't have to!

We have found a sponsor!
Here, in Nairobi!

- You... what?
- Yes!

I've been networking for a while
networking for a while.

With a club of young entrepreneurs,
who invest in cool projects.

And I found a woman,

who runs an app development company.

And guess what.

She has just transferred 80,000 dollars.

80 000?

What?

- When?
- Two days ago!

When you called last night,
that's why we decided

that we can surprise you
can surprise you a little...

with a housewarming party!

(all cheer)

Hey!

Guys, what are you doing here?

- Hey.
- Hey.

(everyone is talking boisterously)

H i!

(cheerful confusion)

(Jolene in Kiswahili)
Please greet our friend!

(all one after the other) Hi!

(laughing) Hi!

(shouts in English)
Come here, let's have a drink!

(everyone cheers and claps)

(cheers)

(Song of joy in Kiswahili)

(everyone sings and cheers)

(soft rhythmic drumming)

(Milena in English) Good.

Go.

(Uh...

(all shouting in Kiswahili)

(laughs contentedly)

Good.

(hopeful flute sounds)
(everyone laughs exuberantly)

(airplane drone)

(unintelligible babble of voices)

(Tim) And how was it?

I don't have to travel to
no longer have to travel to Nairobi.

Really? Why not?

Because they don't need me anymore.

Is that just unpleasant
or a bit the opposite?

(she snorts briefly)

How did it go for you?

There were nine competitors,

all either PoC,

Women, queer, men in their early 30s.

I don't have to go to these interviews
I don't even have to go anymore.

Why not?

Not a chance.

And rightly so.

(playful electronic music)

(weird high-pitched sounds)

(rhythmic thumping starts)

If you walk through at an angle now...

(Milena) And how can I move?

Back to gripping and then...

- First they have to collect the elements.
- Ah.

(she laughs)

(Jon) And now both forward.

- (Milena) Like this?
- (Jon) Yes.

(Oh.

You play back.

(cheers)

(Music gets louder)

(exuberant cheering)

(Music gets brighter)

I'll pick them up again in two days, yes?

Yes, that's enough.
Thank you very, very much.

(Music continues)

(exhales excitedly)

(Music fades out echoing)

(gentle pattering of rain)

I have set the lights
for you,

so that I can
them all on at the same time.

Farrah, what are we doing in this session?

What is it about?

(Farrah takes a deep breath)

I want
that you trust me completely.

And let yourselves fall.

First we have to drink that.

What is that actually?

Ready?

(soft whirring)

(muffled mystical sounds)

(supplication in Arabic)

(Farrah continues singing)

(ominous, cool sounds)

(Teacher speaks unintelligibly)

(Farrah continues singing)

(supplication ends)

(suspenseful music)
(rolling thunder)

(Rolling thunder and pattering rain)

(Teacher) And you can see in task B,

you should take a look,
the maggot and the wild boar...

(door squeaks)

(Door closes loudly)

(Door opens loudly)

(Door closes loudly)

How do you do?

- Hello.
- (quietly) Hello.

(in Arabic) What is this?
Who are these people?

(wind whispers)

(the sound of the wind increases)

Farrah?

Why don't you say something?

What are we doing here?

(she breathes nervously)

(in Arabic) The time has come.

- No, no...
- Yes.

They are our escort.

(the music builds up suspensefully)

(muffled tremor)

(dull roar)

(loud bursting)

(staggered bursting)

Farrah!

(in German) You know what to do.

(loud rumble)

(oppressive string sounds)

(water noise fades)
(water bubbles)

(muffled threatening sounds)

(ascending strings)

(water gurgles)

(rapidly rising noise)

(Farrah breathes heavily)

(Silence)

(heavy breathing)
(baby cries)

(Roll of thunder)

(Silence)

(heavy coughing)
(quiet conversations)

(dull metallic creaking)

(Silence)

(in Arabic)
What have we done to ourselves?

What? Oh God...

Why?

(loud cough)

(pressed cough)
(woman moans softly)

(Silence)

(baby shrieks)
(wind whistles)

(loud rumble)

(Man chokes and vomits)

(Baby continues to shriek)

What's going on?

I have to get out of here.

Come back quickly.

(Silence)

(in Arabic) What do you want?

(man grumbles)
(wind whistles)

(chaotic babble of voices)

(coughing and choking)

(she breathes heavily)

(she chokes hard)

(Man in Arabic) Are you crazy?
Do you want to kill yourself?

(loud bang)
(screams of fear)

(metallic crash)
(panicked confusion)

(impact)
(screams)

(Silence)

(groans in pain)

(hysterical confusion)

(metallic crash)

(loud rumbling)

(panicked screams)

(metal chain rattles)

Help us! Open up!

(Farrah groans loudly)

Karim!

Alia, Bader!

Mom!

(screams unintelligibly)

(Mom! Mom!

(Silence)

(dull metallic creaking)

(metallic rattling)

(unintelligible shouts)

Let us out of here!

Come upstairs, quickly!

(unintelligible screams)

(Screams fall silent)

(muffled metallic rattling)

(bubbling)
(muffled scream)

(Silence)

(soft gurgle)

(silent)

(Silence)

(soft muffled gurgling)

(suspenseful twitching string music)

(muffled hissing)

(rumble)

(Music swells with emotion)

(timid harp sounds begin)

(Music gradually builds up)

(Music becomes more hopeful)

(music becomes more dramatic)

(disturbing, dark sounds)

Mom?

(ominous shrill sounds)

(unintelligible muffled shouts)

(Farrah shrieks muffled)

(ominous sounds increase)
(hectic throbbing)

(muffled scream)

(long loud scream)

(electrical hissing)

(Scream becomes more agonized)

(Scream stops)

(panicked scream)
(sounds increase dramatically)

(Scream and music stop)

(hectic, rapid breathing)

("Bohemian Rhapsody" begins)

So you think you can stone me
And spit in my eye?

(Music plays muted in the background)

(Music fades)

So you think...

(Melina and Farrah gasp for breath)

Oh...

Can't do this to me, baby

(Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here

(all cough)

(Music continues quietly)

Ooh

Ooh, yeah

Ooh, yeah

It's everything that matters

Anyone can see

It's everything that matters

It's everything that matters

To me

Anywhere the wind blows

(Music fades with a gong)

(supplication in Arabic)

(fast singing harp sounds)

Subtitles: Anna Langenreither et al.
Eurotape 2025