The September sun warms the shiny anthracite asphalt, the meadows glisten from the nighttime rain. Under a tree, a young woman sits on a bench with her thermos flask and reads a book. Next to her a bicycle is waiting to take her to the office. Behind them, fathers and mothers with their children, entrepreneurs, employees, pupils and students rush past the Superkilen Park on the two-lane cycle path: they are on their way to work, to school, to university. A female cyclist with glasses and  blond ponytail pulls out towards the bank and says 'hi' to the woman reading. The girlfriends chat and have a cup of coffee together before cycling on. Then things gets loud: a school class storms onto the square with their scooters. Three elderly gentlemen play a game of chess on one of the tables unperturbed by them. The day begins.