An elegant gentleman in a dark pinstriped suit turns the crank on a tiny mechanical music box playing The Internationale ? the anthem of the workers? movement. Like a pianist adjusting his cuffs before sitting down to play, he seems to have carefully arranged the scene for this musical interlude. A microphone positioned at the right points like an arrow at the music box from which the thin, wavering melody sounds, speeding up and then slowing down again. In the meantime, the player of the music seems to be driven by an inner restlessness, as if he had to subjugate his own movements to the rhythm of the music. His bad-tempered fidgeting makes him seem like a child who has to perform a disagreeable task. This scene is all the more bizarre since the protagonist in his business suit looks like the prototypical capitalist. Die Internationale is a satire on Socialism if one thinks of the contents of the anthem, which calls on people to fight for human rights and to rebel against the oppression of the working classes. But it is up to the well-groomed man in the suit to set the wheels of the small machinery of the workers? movement spinning and at the same time to present all that is left of it: a tinny echo. [JS]