SYNOPSIS

With a diameter of only a tenth of a millimeter, a speck of dust is just about perceptible to the naked eye. In associative and symphonic movements, Hartmut Bitomsky follows its path, peeling away layers of what we believe to be a well-known phenomenon. He pursues dust to the place where it settles and seeks out people who contend with it: columns of cleaners in their daily battle for cleanliness, inventors of air cleansing products, scientists who investigate the damaging consequences of the fine dust of uranium munitions from the US army’s stockpile of weapons, botanists, meteorologists, astronomers and artists… When dust particles collide, they create planets and galaxies. Without dust, there would be no cosmos; without dust, there would be no sky. There exists a particle of dust in every rain drop.