Berlin Alexanderplatz, this endless canon of sublime and trivial, is a perpetuum mobile of human dance of love and death. In Franz Biberkopf’s despair fascism is announcing its arrival.

Franz has already drank for “God-Father” (the empty glass to the far right), for “God-Son” (the empty glass with foam – in the middle) and just getting ready to drink for the “Saint Spirit”, as he comes to notice something like the tiny but a shining surprise – the little shot glass with the “biting” schnapps. Of course, here Franz took a brief moment of a friendly negotiations with the joker-schnapps and after he ends it with finishing the last glass “Saint Spirit”.