It is said that opening a box is always risky. In Belgium, there is a humble object known as the lunch box. A person to whom this practice is foreign conducts the investigation of this box, brandished like a link in this motley community, from its industrial production to its use. The commonplace, innocuous lunch box becomes a humorous analyzer of an industrial Roman Catholic Northern European society that, not content with boxing our food, does the same with our time and thoughts.