Somewhere on the border between Germany and the Czech Republic, the employees of a glass factory work, delicately and precisely, the hot materials in hand. The muscular and tattooed bodies of the men mark the beat of a night shift.
During the night shift, in a glass factory, the chemical elements that compose this transparent metallic oxide melt at high temperatures. The work is performed by men who, in an incandescent choreography, handle the iron straws that shape the fabricated pieces. There are moments of breaks and small conversations between colleagues, but it is at work that those relationships flow until the dawn that marks the end of the shift. (Margarida Moz)