Two hitmen on a nocturnal trip to Gibraltar. In the boot: the 29th North African they’ve killed and want to throw into the strait. Who commissioned these two? Maybe the government. Maybe »priests, feminists or the producers of Jabugo ham«. Who wants to know? López‘s unnamed scum of the earth reach Nirvana
through their grotesque speculations. Is the universe really infi nite? Are »Maroks« people like you and me? And did anybody really actually read Don Quixote? Two knights in bone-chilling form. But still no more absurd than the real staff who usually defend »Fortress Europe«.
A santinis production.