The work? It's gone, too. At least their usual work. There is technically enough new work. Parcel service is always an option. The question is whether the old relationships and friendships are still there. Between Isabell and her parents, her schoolmate, between Isabell and her father's new girlfriend.
The houses are paid off, or they are far too big to maintain on one's own. Because being alone, that's another one of those topics. You meet on the street, you barbecue, in the evening you sit together in the garage with a beer. But there is a lot of unsaid things hidden in what is talked about. Some things are not even said at all, but are kept quiet. The search for closeness leads not only Isabell to her mother again and again, but the mother is almost no longer there anyway.
Speechlessness becomes tangible, and lack of understanding. Between the generations, within the generations. Longing becomes tangible, uncertainty. Uncertainty is rooted in the characters themselves, not so much in the circumstances (real and perceived). Even if the characters would prefer that. All the more some people ask themselves whether the earlier times were not better and how one should react to the new times. Does one want to put up with everything again? Because resistance, that's what you've learned now, they say in the garage: "There are a thousand possibilities. Today anyway."
Lukas Rietzschel sketches the atmosphere of the present with great precision. His text looks very closely and listens very carefully to his characters: to what they say and to what lies in the silence in between. To what happens, and to what could happen from it. The text does not seek simple answers, it rejects them, even the characters reject them. Instead,