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A highly suspenseful and compelling hostage thriller about the issue of gentrification - and the good souls who lose along the way. Nail-biting and tragic right until the very surprising end.

Girls, Drugs and a car crash.

Mr. Bert lives a very down-to-earth and straight forwarded life until he finds a game and starts to rebel against his own rules. This rebellion is doomed to fail which can be seen as the tragedy within the comedy. But it is also a side blow to all those so called life-enhancing soul-finding books, instructions and audiotapes which are overstocking the market. Changes are not made by dictate but by oneself.

Robert is lying in a room. Blurry, heavy light comes through the windows. Beer bottles are lying on the floor. What time is it? Unimportant. The day of the week? Who cares? One can hear Robert's voice, he's reading a love letter. It's gotta be long time ago, because Robert is alone. Since days, weeks, months. He has stopped to go outside. The world out there doesn't understand him, anyways. Sometimes his girlfriend appears. Out of a sudden she's lying right next to him. Kissing him, making love to him and disappears again. Robert knows, that his girlfriend doesn't exist. Not anymore. Not for him. She's a fiction, but he likes that fiction way more than everything else in this world. That's why he's in that room and not outside. Everyone finds his way through this time of depression. Friends like to laugh about it.They mourned a bit and at some point they got a new love and keep on moving. But not everyone. Some stay where they are. Like Robert. He has stopped the hands of time, just for himself and no matter what, he won't let go. They call it "obsession", but who cares, what they say? He rather waits. The voice in this film talks about things you can't see. Robert sees things, which aren't really happening. Is the ending really, what it seems to be?

TV fall-out, boredom, love and aggression. A Sunday and nothing to do, save maybe setting a home for asylum-seekers on fire, or rather just go on watching TV? The old Lady from the third floor, Oskar with his juicy videotapes, the homeless guitar player and Micha and Steven amongst them. Boredom, sadness and the most whimsical weekend of their life, just Norman again doesn't have time... .

I know you. You wanted to belong to something, be part of it. Not stand out, just go with the crowd. Float with the current, not against it. Not really talk about things, just have a laugh. Like all the others. Smalltalk. It didn't work.