It's the weekend, the dog days of summer. It's suffocatingly hot in the periphery of Vienna, in the no-man's land between the autobahn, hypermarkets, warehouses, and monotone housing tracts with their single family dwellings. People go around in their underwear, bikinis, or nothing at all. The temperature rises. It's an atmosphere of seething aggression. We are confronted with evenings of songs and games, sex and violence. Days full of the loss of love, the desire for love, and at the same time the hopeless impossibility of finding love.