Garagenvolk

Russia’s Far North is an inhospitable region where winter never seems to end. Here, on the edge of a city where a mining company is the sole employer, garages stretch out into infinity. Behind the doors is the refuge of the Russian man. Within a few square meters, he can devote his inventive talent to creating an alternative living space. Scrap collector Ilja uses his as a workshop; Roman breeds quail in his, while Pavel carves figures of saints, and the garage belonging to a rock band serves as a rehearsal room. Together they form a microcosm that reveals a hidden part of society in which there is also room for humour. (Berlinale)