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 barbecue evenings, the inability to drink from an EU-standard buttermilk carton, hardcore heartbreak, and the eternal loyalty to combustion engines in car-loving Austria. Fueled 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 unwilling to budge even a millimeter – only the storm front Herta is rapidly approaching the gas station. And as the water level rises, the clearly drawn lines in the Mariana Trench begin to blur. Between dark humor and existential urgency, Maria Muhar slides through a ridiculous reflection on a time that is hardly graspable anymore. Unless one engages at the lowest point.