Everything can be stored in the belly of a glass bottle. Messages in a bottle and marbles as well as that stupid feeling that makes you feel sick to your stomach. Once it's in there, it's in good hands. The girl is convinced of that. She prefers to be alone with the bottles and the things that are important to her. Everyone else is a troublemaker. Or are they? The girl discovers that it is much more fun together with friends and that the important things have a free, colourful and untamed place in the world.