How close can we get to others? Is it possible to live a life completely devoid of love? Can someone , who has experienced what a fragile state of affairs shared happiness is, trust another again? What can be said about life anyway? Some chosen moments from the life of six people living in a huge sprawling conurbation of tower blocks built during the soviet era. The gently stylised and indifferent world of "Autumn Ball" is steadily advancing towards winter and will not give any answers to these questions. What this world can demonstrate though is the possibility for laughter even there, where hope has long since become a sparse commodity.