With one foot still in paradise, thanks to the forceps of birth. He has always remained a child yet has grown older, and he had to find a way to live. Now he is already thirty. A day in the life of Uncle J. It is the year of the first moon landing, 1969. Torn between Luis Trenker, the fascination with Wehrmacht tanks, and the Frankfurt prostitutes, J. suddenly becomes recognizable as a person who stands outside any context of guilt, even in the most dubious moments. One who does not reach out because he simply cannot, while the world around him prepares for a hopeless future.