The talk was about five dead foxes lying on the road at the Hungarian-Serbian border. When the men from the clearing team arrive there, they find dozens of carcasses, including dogs and cats – shot, as it turns out, by border guards who wanted to pass the time. The war in the Balkans has long been over, yet experiences like these push the narrator back into his past. In the garden of a Berlin clinic, where he has ended up to rid himself of his tormenting digestive problems, the music from a Kusturica film catches up with him, and he bursts into tears, perhaps because it brought to the surface what he would have liked to run away from: those devastating, dismembering years that seemed to have no end or simply didn’t want to end, which still linger on. Who is this narrator, trapped in a torrent of speech between traumatizing memories?.