Monika Stuhl

A permanent disposal site is being sought for toxic waste, and a protest movement develops. A film crew travels through Lower Austria to find out the real implications of the contamination we read about every day in our newspapers.

In the beginning is the sea. Night over the harbour. Then a plane takes off. Dana, the friend, leaves the airport building. Dana, the milliner, leaves the millinery. Dana, the traveller, sits in the train.

Albania, 1994. Those who have left assert that those who remain are the ones who are afraid. Those who remain say, what do we have to fear? We have no time for tears.

A permanent disposal site is being sought for toxic waste, and a protest movement develops. A film crew travels through Lower Austria to find out the real implications of the contamination we read about every day in our newspapers.

In the beginning is the sea. Night over the harbour. Then a plane takes off. Dana, the friend, leaves the airport building. Dana, the milliner, leaves the millinery. Dana, the traveller, sits in the train.

In the beginning is the sea. Night over the harbour. Then a plane takes off. Dana, the friend, leaves the airport building. Dana, the milliner, leaves the millinery. Dana, the traveller, sits in the train.

Albania, 1994. Those who have left assert that those who remain are the ones who are afraid. Those who remain say, what do we have to fear? We have no time for tears.

Albania, 1994. Those who have left assert that those who remain are the ones who are afraid. Those who remain say, what do we have to fear? We have no time for tears.