Raul Maia

A ride around Vienna’s Ringstrasse boulevard and then into the city, falling, eating, and finally ending up on the toilet. Death is always there, right in front of us.

Inside a museum, nowadays. A diorama represents two young soldiers in the trenches. All of a sudden, we are thrown into the diorama: the immobile soldiers come to life, there is terror on their faces – the camera dances around them – explosions, chaos, fog: everything flies about in the air. With every gunshot, they shudder and curl up