In a large, awkward and monstrous surrealistic place Hermann (to the left) is squeezing from himself all the energy of lying and inventing absurdities in order to make Felix agree to join him in his “enterprise”, in which, as Felix already felt, some kind of a fabrication and cruelty criminally join together.


Here, we see through the incompatibility of the two figures and faces that they cannot reach unity of their conflicting positions. Felix is too intelligent to believe Hermann. He understands that Hermann’s “metaphoric” language sounds too artificial and he also understands that everything he is telling is based on some kind of a masked but serious crime. He had enough – he is departing. He doesn’t want to be an idiot.


Hermann is trying to recruit Felix to do a job but he doesn’t intent to explain it in honest details yet. Felix still has no idea what Hermann exactly wants from him, but he feels that whatever it is – it’s deeply problematic and disgusting to say a little. When Felix walks out of the lodging house he finds himself in the middle of a strong rain and has nowhere to step. In despair Felix puts his arms over his walking stick, in a way which, as if suggests the position of being crucified. And here, Felix sees Hermann who, it looks, following him in the rain, dressed in a heavy thick coat. No, Felix’s ordeals are obviously not over. Hermann determined to try to persuade him to take the job he is offering without satisfactorily explaining it.


By equilibristically mobilizing his fingers Hermann takes out a large banknote of a kind which Felix has never seen in his whole life. By looking into Felix’s eyes, his wet face Hermann quickly understood that Felix will… completely agree to go along with him-the benefactor’s complicated project. But to look credible he was continuing to seduce Felix with the pseudo-descriptions of honest jobs he is offering. No, no, Hermann doesn’t want anything sexual from Felix or criminal – no plan of robbery or for god’s sake killing for money. Hermann returned home full of strategic plans with tactical elaborations – he is ready to act. Felix… has agreed without knowing what he has exactly agreed to. He is practically pressured to believe Hermann, like a recruit believes recruiter, like worshiper believes his political leader and like hungry homeless who have nothing to lose or to live for. Indeed, what else could Felix do? He is poor and he is a decent person, he is alone and he is socially and existentially absolutely helpless.

The illusion of the poor and rich (Felix’s and Hermann’s) about the opportunity and possibility to “help one another in everyday idylls” and “live together in a sweetly common country” creates mutual destruction. Poor and rich have to make the stubbornly smart billionaires to work themselves, together with trees, shrubs, plants, shacks, peasants and workers.