Tom Otte

It’s summer harvest on a vegetable farm in northern Germany. The daily routine of seasonal worker Frida and her international colleagues is shaped by fixed rhythms and repetitive tasks. As the end of the season approaches an uncertainty about what comes next begins to grow. Yet when a bird gets trapped in the greenhouses, time seems to stand still for a moment.

Marion experiences a day. It could be yesterday, but not tomorrow, because at the end of the day she is dead, stumbled in a moment of routine.

A young girl packs her things. Without a word, she leaves her parents' holiday home. On a country road a car approaches: a young man. He takes her with him. They drive along the Nordic coast. Surrounded by the slight noise of wind and rain, and the sound of tires on concrete. In sight the open soil, faint dunes, waves breaking at the shore. Black. From the backseat the girl sees the young man: He gets into his car, he drives off.

It’s summer harvest on a vegetable farm in northern Germany. The daily routine of seasonal worker Frida and her international colleagues is shaped by fixed rhythms and repetitive tasks. As the end of the season approaches an uncertainty about what comes next begins to grow. Yet when a bird gets trapped in the greenhouses, time seems to stand still for a moment.

It’s summer harvest on a vegetable farm in northern Germany. The daily routine of seasonal worker Frida and her international colleagues is shaped by fixed rhythms and repetitive tasks. As the end of the season approaches an uncertainty about what comes next begins to grow. Yet when a bird gets trapped in the greenhouses, time seems to stand still for a moment.

Marion experiences a day. It could be yesterday, but not tomorrow, because at the end of the day she is dead, stumbled in a moment of routine.

Marion experiences a day. It could be yesterday, but not tomorrow, because at the end of the day she is dead, stumbled in a moment of routine.

A young girl packs her things. Without a word, she leaves her parents' holiday home. On a country road a car approaches: a young man. He takes her with him. They drive along the Nordic coast. Surrounded by the slight noise of wind and rain, and the sound of tires on concrete. In sight the open soil, faint dunes, waves breaking at the shore. Black. From the backseat the girl sees the young man: He gets into his car, he drives off.