A neat block of flats, balconies full of flowers. Mown lawns, flowering shrubs, sated and content pensioners strolling amidst the benches. The scene is idyllic only in appearance, because in the stuffy living room of the sleeping settlement – hate propaganda would say that it is “typical social housing” – old acquaintances of history are hiding: the hundred-year-old bluffer, loser and slacker Adolf Hitler, also known as Dolfi, his ( almost) beloved and (consistently blonde) dyed Eva and a bunch of their (not quite) loyal sidekicks Joseph and Magda Goebbels and Hermann Göring, who pass the time in the nearby Leni Riefenstahl bar.
As if the war had never happened, as if history had passed by them unnoticed, so that now they live stuck in a time loop like this (which is certainly Eva’s fault, who else!).
They hatch conspiracies, jump over fences, but above all, they repeatedly bump into the biggest obstacle to their conquering ambitions, a mysterious neighbor, an immigrant from a suspicious Balkan country…
At the same time, they turn the pages of their fictitious lives over and over again, gracefully (with occasional stumbles) like young ladies and aged gentlemen from an operetta.