This is a search for the lost, or to be more exact wasted time spent during obligatory military service on the edge of Schengen country, which is embodied by the absurd microperformances of the young show-offs and in banal, everyday monologs about the sense (or lack thereof) of their presence, enlarged to almost Becket-like dimensions. The Inductees are filming themselves which leads to a strange touching authenticity of solitude and boredom which the young men are confronted with.