Maria Muhar - Mariannengraben

An aging gas station bistro at the lowest point in Austria, the Mariana Trench. At 113 meters above sea level, alongside various drinks, the world events drift over the sticky counter: failed barbecues, the inability to drink from an EU-standard buttermilk carton, hardcore heartbreak, and the eternal loyalty to combustion engines in car-loving Austria. Driven by melange and apricot schnapps, one soon arrives at the grand concepts: freedom, responsibility, and justice. Power, status, and their symbols. Late at night, the hardened fronts seem to budge not an inch – only the storm front Herta is rapidly approaching the gas station. And as the water level rises, the once clearly drawn lines in the Mariana Trench also begin to blur. Between dark humor and existential urgency, Maria Muhar skids through a ridiculous reflection on a time that is hardly graspable anymore. Unless one starts at the lowest point.