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Why can't I just be me? Faced with yet again another family dinner discussion, Sam gets annoyed with Sam's mother who just doesn't understand that Sam is just not the little girl anymore who loved wearing dresses. Sam flees to a night club. There, during that night, in the safe space of the women's restroom, Sam encounters the stories of other women. Some passed by the doorman, while others did not. Someone sits helpless in the locked cubicle, not daring to go out. Two women kiss passionately, protected from the gaze of others. For all of them, this night in the club means something different, but they are all united by the longing for a safe place where they can escape life for a moment.

A short story about a diverse group of people who, at first glance, do not have much in common, but who are all confronted with the modern conflicts of being or being perceived as women, whose paths cross in the ladies' room of a club one evening, one way or another.

When the depressive and masturbation-addicted psychotherapist Margarete Mei suddenly finds a client's ball-addicted four-legged friend on her doorstep, her journey to healing begins.

An unexpected crossing of three captivating life stories. The only common ground between Ariela, Marlene and Brodi: the constant struggle for the simplest thing - breathing. The 18-year-old Ariela is an ambitious high-performance athlete who suffers under extreme pressure to perform. Everything she cares about happens on the tracks. Marlene is a 40-year-old marketing manager at the peak of her career. And Brodi just wants to enjoy his life to the fullest. He is at the beginning of his 20s, works as a barista and spends most of his time doing the craziest hobbies he can think of. All three characters are very committed to their lives and would never think that their stories, which seem so incoherent, become more and more entangled.