Bosnia, 1995, the seventh day of peace: an engineering unit is removing mines from the border between the two sides who until recently, were at war. Each of the soldiers is burdened by experiences from the frontline; each is facing his fears in his own way. Some are prone to self-destruction while others are happy to be alive. Some are catatonic due to trauma; others take refuge in prayer. Some turn to laughter and jokes in inappropriate situations; some dream about returning to their families; and some try to hide their bloody hands and their pockets filled illicitly at the expense of others. Just as in the early days of the war that has just ended, one spark of madness is enough to launch a perpetual motion, or a perpetuum mobile of conflict and violence among friends.