Hendrik Bolz writes about a young man in crisis, about an arrival in Berlin at the end of the noughties and about the failure to adapt to a mysterious value system. A garish and at the same time fine look into a time that has become our present. From Stralsund to Zehlendorf, from the prefabricated building to a campus full of left-wing alternative West German middle-class kids. From a stoned afternoon on the couch for several years to an endless late shift as a salesman in the Esprit store on Kudamm. In the news, bank bailouts and austerity, in the inbox, text messages from new acquaintances who seem somehow interested, but expect something different from a friend or partner than what they have to offer: a pumped-up upper body, a past pushed away in the chaos of the post-reunification and the constant feeling of having to prove oneself on a battlefield.