Caren Jeß

Three men shoot JUST FOR FUN in an old dairy ruin. With schnapps and a self-made shooting figure. Marcus is Bastl's father and likes to have everything under control. Even Bastl, because otherwise he makes the wrong decisions. And Joost, because he's a really messed-up existence on speed. So the shooting fits quite well. Because it needs clear rules. It's just a shame that Malin also likes to roam the ruins. She's about 14 and has a thing for lost places, which give her the weirdest ideas for fantasy stories. Joost is supposed to chase her away. In vain. Malin meets him completely fearlessly. And even more. With her exaggerated seriousness, she uncovers an unexpected gentleness in Joost.
Caren Jeß allows a strange friendship to grow on the fertile ground of heated male conversations, a friendship that is as fragile as it is fleeting. When Markus and Bastl find out that Joost didn't chase Malin away, they become suspicious. It's hard to trust someone like Joost that his interest is purely platonic. It doesn't seem fair - for the moment - because the happiness of this bizarre encounter weaves itself into the undergrowth of unwashed hair like a ray of sunshine. Faith, love, hope. There are brief flashes of the kind of person Joost could have become if his life hadn't gone completely wrong.
"The right, the left, the centre strand. Your hair in my hands. The right, the left, the centre strand. Faith, love, hope, these three, feel how they slide into each other, faith, love, hope, these three, where have they been for so long? Where have you been, what have you been doing all this time? Faith, love, hope, say, where have you been?"