On a bus stop, afternoon, two men discussing.

Man 1: “Oh, yeah. The grub is different, isn’t it?”

Man 2: “Here it’s potato, mostly potato, yes? We’ll there it’s rice. Rice, rice.”

Man 1: “Are your parents here, are they living here or…?”

Man 2: “No, not yet, no, but I would like them to come, hopefully they will be able to come some day.”

Man 1 to a woman approaching, shaking coins in a paper cup:

“No, no money, go away.”


Afternoon at a large garden glasshouse. Two boys.

“I’m gonna take some pictures with my Instagram. Do you have Instagram? It’s just great for taking photos. [click, click, click, click]. Take some photos. [click, click] Make mom and dad jealous they didn’t come. [click] I just took the best selfie.”

“A selfie, up your bum?”



Noon. Two school girls sitting on a bench.

“Officially it’s 30 minutes but when the bell rings…”

“You have to go?”

“You have to start going, otherwise you won’t make it. They ring the bell five minutes… so the break is actually 25 minutes and then they ring the bell five minutes before. And there are two breaks like this.”

“That sounds horrible!”

“Yeah, it’s really tiring.”



In front of a grocery store. Noon. A woman with her grown up daughter talking to a senior citizen.

“Excuse me madam, please take this voucher I got from the bottle recycling machine. I’m not going to the shop myself.”

“I… I don’t…”

“No no, please, I won’t be using it. It’s worth ten cents. It’s a gift to you.”

“Do you want me to…”

“No no, it’s a gift! I saw you pick a trash from the bench, no body does that these days… You’re welcome. And happy mothers day!”

“I… umm…”


Music, sports, wine

After a concert, at the foyer. Two women.

“I need to listen to that Petruschka again… He listens to it while skiing, you know. Hears it in his head, that’s what I think he means. The rhythm takes over, skiing…”


“Oh it went straight to my cheeks.”

“But that’s good.”

“The interval is too short for a whole bottle. Even a half bottle is…”

“… The whole bottle is too much.”



On a bus. Evening. A young woman on the phone.

“… fucking brooding, what the fuck am I going to do with him, fucking hell! Did I tell you what we argued about yesterday? Yea, yea exactly that… Today we agrued, we argued about what music to play in the car while driving to the hospital. It takes fucking four minutes! The trip takes four minutes! He’s going on and on about some fucking principles. He doesn’t have any principles! Fucking hell… Am I stupid or is he a total idiot or what? I’m fucking facepalming all the time.”