In the garish light of a Frankfurt nightclub, the painter sits alone at the bar. Despite the bottle of champagne in the cooler at his side, the mood is anything but relaxed or merry. From the pale face with its tormented grin, two tired eyes gaze into the void. With decadent pleasure, the former medical orderly numbs the feeling of uncertainty and senselessness left behind in him by the war. A grotesque figure laughs in the background; like an echo, the visage appears again in the mirror.