A man with a suitcase, obviously a traveller, is sitting in a meadow. He is surrounded by a group of wanderers who roam the same park, day after day. Awestruck, they watch the stranger and would love to know what is hidden in his suitcase. But the traveller refuses to disclose his secret unless he gets to see the home of the wanderers, and especially that of their mother.
Soon, the curiosity, but also the longing for the respective other, for departure and comfort, for houses or palaces, changes into fear and rejection. What started as a peaceful conversation beneath playfully swaying trees now develops into a scary and grotesque inferno.