József has been working at the largest still-operational grain mill in Budapest, Hungary for over 30 years. During the day, he wanders through the thick coat of dust which covers every corner of the monstrous maze-like entrails of the mill. Then, like a diver, he descends into the 25-meter-deep silos, surrounded by darkness, he undertakes the seemingly hopeless task of cleaning them, brushing the dust away. József has been suffering from the effects of long-term grain dust on his lungs, yet, he seems unable to escape the mill. An unspoken bond seems to tie them together, at night, from the window of his small trailer he watches over the menacing concrete structure, while during the day, hanging from his harness, utterly alone, he performs dazzling, dizzying dance-like movements in the depths of the silo, his body feels light as if swimming.