An experimental reflexion on Josef Stalin, on the emergence of evil and on truth in history and stories. How and where can we find the truth about such a figure of historical dimensions? How can we talk about his guilt and the evil in him? Is it possible that a child already bears evil within? Who is responsible for the evil in Stalin? A man as a junkyard of historical indifferences. In the end, names become exchangeable, only the disaster remains - and the questions. Inquiries into reason beyond the "hard facts" of regular history books. History as Fall or as mere coincidence?