Herr Faustini lives alone in a small village close to the Swiss border. He spends a lot of time on public transportation. He chases the "offcuts of unappropriated time" in a world that has become dominated by usefulness and profit, and transformed into stock portfolios and wellness weekends. He prefers to take the longest route, never the shortest, and he searches for islands of frozen time, as well as friends and experiences. If he could have his way, he would transform each day into a little adventure. When his sister, who married and settled in southern Europe many years before, celebrates a milestone birthday and invites him to visit her, Herr Faustini initially hesitates. However, he decides to undertake the journey, which will propel him far beyond the boundaries of his accustomed life. In a world in which everything seems to function smoothly and trouble-free, Herr Faustini is the fly in the ointment. The more he tries to do everything "right," the more awkward he becomes. His efforts to reveal his feelings regularly devolve into clumsiness. And if we find ourselves wondering why we are becoming strangely affectionate for this incredibly sensitive creature, the answer should be obvious: because somewhere deep in all of us, a Herr Faustini breathes.