First Ladies

”That’s right, why couldn't a company of old ladies like us have some fun. Wait, I’ll get some wine.”

Pensioners Greta, Erna, and their maid Marjánka are slowly coming to an end of their lives. Shriveled bodies by the table and the only activity, that can be run without limits: Talking. Dialogues are changing into monologues and the pity is collectively flushed into the toilet. How to cheer up? How to move on? Is it even necessary to make any progress? How to profit from the years of rest? Does the society even take any care of their elderly members?