Stefan Koutzev

Within the haunting cycle of mass production, human labor contrasts with the endless stock of coffins in a Berlin factory. In light of computer-aided manufacturing and the excessive overexploitation of natural resources, this film longs for a moment of rest from the assembly line, while mankind continually buries itself in the remnants of a material world.

Sori dropped out after his studies and lives aimlessly in Cologne as a gallery assistant. He hides his true self from his family in Seoul. As he drifts through the city's late summer, finds solace in drawing, and memories of his military service resurface, it all comes together in a silent question about where we belong and the place we call home.

Navid wants to enlighten the misogynistic men in Hönow, but his assistant knows better.

The wind is hissing, the laundry hanging, the water boiling and the potatoes are peeled. Then he guts and cleans the fish. A wordless visit – home is where it hurts.