Wir schreiben das Jahr 1938: Doktor Jones wird vom Mäzen eines Museums beauftragt, den Heiligen Gral und somit die wichtigste Reliquie der Christenheit zu finden. Jones' Einwand, es würde der falsche Jones gefragt werden, denn der eigentliche Experte sei sein Vater Henry, fördert nur die Erkenntnis zu Tage, dass Jones senior bereits die Spur aufgenommen hatte, mittlerweile aber verschwunden ist. Nun ist des Doktors Jagdinstinkt geweckt. Besorgt um das Wohlergehen des Vaters und mit dem Museumskurator Marcus Brody im Gepäck tritt Jones eine Reise in die alte Welt an, um das zustande zu bringen, was die mittelalterlichen Kreuzzüge nicht geschafft hatten: den Kelch zu finden, der beim letzten Abendmahl gereicht worden war und das Blut Jesu am Kreuz aufgefangen hatte. Erwartungsgemäß ist aber nicht nur der Doktor auf der Suche - auch die Schergen Hitlers wollen sich die Sagen umwobenen Kräfte des Kelches sichern, verheißt er doch das ewige Leben…

Heli Valkonen is desperately in love with her husband. But Matti is just not in the mood. He is only interested in playing computer games, dressed in worn out fleece pants. For him, a shoulder massage is the highest form of intimacy. When subtle hints, nice words and fetching clothes won't help, Heli resorts in direct, and increasingly direct action - in vain.

After numerous military operations, Major Müller can't find a way back into civilian life. Following his urge to communicate, the Major is looking for listeners and encouragement. He doesn't find either. Instead, the repeated monological memory of his own heroic deeds determines his present – with all the consequences. This 30-minute short film is based on the statements made by the mercenary Siegfried Müller in the documentary “The Laughing Man” (Walter Heynowski and Gerhard Scheumann, DEFA studio for newsreels and documentaries, 1966), as well as records from the German colonial period in Africa. An intensive contribution to the necessary public debate about the consequences of military operations.

In a valley in the Ukrainian Carpathian forest lies the small and forgotten town of Königsfeld. In 1775, the Habsburg Queen, Maria Theresa, sent a hundred foresters and their families here from the Austrian west of the kingdom. All that remains today of the now over two century-old timber industry are factory ruins, potholes in the valley road and an increasingly seldom heard German dialect. Only a few factories survived a flood that cut the village off from the rest of the world, and left it economically isolated. An atmosphere of farewell hangs heavy in the air.