Henrika Kull Bliss Drama • 2021 • 1h 28m

Maria and Sascha are two sex workers, one has a family with a child, the other is a free and financially independent woman. She lives in a nice house and occasionally calls her father to whom she leaves reassuring messages, telling him that she is doing well and becoming rich.

What happens is inconsequential except that the two women fall in love with each other while a poem written by Sascha describes, portrays, sculpts, perfectly frames the meaning of this magical and surprising film.

A bastard and a criminal

exiled into womanhood

They call it "being a woman"

My concept of family is not their concept of family

My concept of poetry is not their concept of poetry

The sex they practice does not exist

If they keep telling you to die

Eventually you either die or start living

Out of spite

And I am a woman in the sense that I am made...of spite

A bastard and a criminal

exiled into womanhood

They call it "being a woman"

It has something to do with the masters' tools

But the truth is that the weapons used to kill them they made themselves

You are the son of a whore

and whores are virgins Mary

and it is your daughter whose hand I hold.

The same hand that at night with the others, cleans their weapon.

My concept of family is not their concept of family

My concept of poetry is not their concept of poetry

The sex they practice does not exist

If they keep telling you to die

Eventually you die or start living

Out of spite

And I'm a woman in the sense that I'm made...out of spite

I'm a woman in the sense that I'm not a woman at all

I'm a woman in the sense I'm not a woman at all.