Ewald Palmetshofer

April 1945. A young woman is very upset. They call for a military patrol.
70 years later. The young woman is now an old woman. Her daughter finds her in the kitchen on the floor. She has fallen, she is very upset. They bring in an ambulance. In the hospital the doctors and nurses hold a meeting, just like the military court did 70 years ago - just like the national court did one year after that. And a young woman is taken away. "Not unattractive," write the newspapers, "but unrepentant."
And while the daughter brings flowers to her father's tomb, the young granddaughter collects men like butterflies or stamps, the prosecutor collects statement upon statement, the people collect themselves to do jury duty, someone collects apples in the field, and the judge reads his sentence. And a daughter mourns for her father, and an unknown father for his son.

Between past and present, between prison and court, kitchen, bed and hospital, Palmetshofer’s generational drama examines the lifes of three women in a highly artificial and rhythmical language. It is a polymorphic remembrance, a negotiation, a jurisprudence, and tells of the hopeless entanglement of three generations in a network of guilt and love.