It is a late-summer morning in Wrangelkiez, Berlin. Elpi, a young Greek woman, receives a phone call from a long-lost friend. As the day progresses, Elpi’s apprehensive wait for the anticipated reunion becomes entangled with fragments of the lives of other neighbourhood locals. We hear of a childhood spent at a tobacco farm in Kentucky, of an exceptional day in an otherwise mundane job, of the decade-long wait for the infamously delayed Berlin Brandenburg Airport to open. In different ways, the accounts all speak of the passing of time – of long-gone pasts, monotonous presents, and on-hold futures. In the neighbourhood, there is a lingering feeling of wanting to get back to something. But to where, to what, and to whom?