Mental stability is important to Blum, the scientist. He avoids problems as best he can. Insecure in the presence of women, he hardly talks to them at all. So when he meets Mona in Romania, she bursts in upon his life like a force of nature.
But Blum is in Bucharest for professional reasons: He is a specialist for refridgeration systems for cold storage in Munich. His job is to make sure that the crisscross traffic of cattle bound for slaughter throughout Romania is organized faultlessly, as far as cold storage is concerned.
In the course of this assignment however, Blum miscalculates the overall situation of Romania’s electricity supply system, and he also does not come up with a realistic assessment of the Romanians’ business methods, which leads to – well, let’s call it: complications.
There is a rude awakening in a cold-storage room, a trip to Paris, a festive dinner with friends and guests from foreign lands – and all of a sudden there are six corpses. A murderer out of love, Blum runs away with Mona. His confession, sent to us from his hiding place, is a moving, wildly comical document of the most enchanting love-blindness. Blum, who turns into a protagonist of romantic love is no Knight of the Rueful Countenance, but arguably the most touching, the funniest and swiftest heart-capturing loving person of recent years.
