A washing machine hangs in the room. You have never seen one so light and fleet-footed . And it shouldn't expire either. What floats out is everything that has disappeared inside. All mismatched socks and favorite pieces for underwear that were first washed with the red sweater and then disappeared into the depths of the washing machine universe forever. Or perhaps not forever.
Martha Stützle, Elisabeth Brandauer. Pictures: Markus Kendelbacher