Im Reich Des Squatters

Two young lovers have a problem that they neither can explain nor solve. Facing the immaturity of youth, they have to confront each other in a moment of pure intimacy. On what can you rely when your head is set against your heart?

Memories are fleeting. They penetrate our imagination, put us in a moment of trance and then disappear again. They will never return in the same way. In the search for them, we screw ourselves into ourselves.