In addition to compulsively photographing Margret in various states of undress and post-coital contentment, Günter kept a typed diary of their encounters, recording with time and date stamps each occasion on which they had intercourse, in what position, whether or not she was menstruating, and what they ate afterwards. In these entries, he feverishly records in writing or in pictures every last minutia of their days together, from the lavish outfits he buys for Margret to the argument Margret has with his wife, who is later made to apologize for calling her a home-wrecker. Margret conceives, and she undergoes an illegal abortion. She worries about her husband discovering her infidelity.
After about a year and half of trips, sex, and quarrels, Margret breaks off the affair, making it definitively clear that “After Christmas, the fucking will be over.” She tells him to pursue other women, and he does; she broaches the subject of divorce with her husband. Perhaps part of what compelled Günter to keep such fanatical records of the affair was that fact that from the start, their love was doomed. During the affair, he was able to shape and mold what she would mean to him long after she left, and through these photographs, receipts, ticket stubs, and printed text, he was able to hold fast to that fantasy. Ultimately, the archive speaks to a love fractured by jealousy, an obsession one man held for a woman he could never have.