Anna Wohlgemuth

An 80-year-old woman spends her time at a bus station. She’s waiting for the right moment to leave this place forever.

In unspectacular everyday scenes we observe three groups, their dynamics and moods over the course of a day.

City people set off into a warm late summer night. Glances meet in a library. At a workout, two men discuss where to buy love. A couple kisses intimately. She bites him. No sooner has he bought a match than a better offer calls. Doubts arise. A couple explains themselves in therapy. At breakfast, his match chews her egg so loud that he freezes in disgust. The electrifying looks in the library lose their power. Full of hope they wander into the unknown. Only the dance makes them temporarily forget who they are and what will happen.