Marlene Streeruwitz

A subway station in London, in the nineties.
Families Fischer and Marenzi, tourists from Austria, encounter each other in London’s “Sloane Square” underground station. They might miss their flight due to a delayed train. While the men try to get a taxi, the women stay. The young pregnant woman uses the occasion to talk about contraception, making babies, having babies and motherhood. “Sometimes I feel like I. Don’t exist. At all. Never existed. Actually.” Frau Marenzi says, in one of the dialogues about “women’s business” which are constantly interrupted by the appearance of a group of punks. One after the other, without the women noticing, they stab a member of the gang and throw him onto the tracks. A vagabond skilfully chops up the corpses, which she then puts into plastic bags, and poet D’Annunzio is strolling along the platform. Then, the men come back, the trains run again, and everyone departs in a hurry.