A slow-dripping tap disturbs the reflection of clouds seen through the window.

Individuals wait, silence is heard, a microscopic attention through a tired mass. If the film is almost mute, it is because it focuses on silent figures, although their struggle is deafening.

Experienced shunters working at the Dresden- Friedrichstadt goods yard. In all weathers, day and night, they couple and uncouple the wagons. The air is full of sound: hammering, steps crunching on the gravel, whistles and shunting noises. 

German with English subtitles

Migrants in the silver rush. Elevated, riding the rails, caught by a sympathetic but prohibited camera, thrown together, bouncing from borough to borough, taking the curves.

Fake left.
Run right.
Pass.
There are no messages here.
So we may breathe. 
Run. 
Dribble. 
Jump. 
We are carefully playing the game 
The body has always wanted a life of its own 
Most days, you’ll find me here.