Cemetery bells. Sonorous. Gloomy. Suddenly cold white light. Heinz Becker comes home from the funeral to the kitchen. In his black suit; 5 Callas in his hand: "I forgot to throw them in the grave." Instead, they are now lying on the kitchen table. What do you want to do?
"Do you want another beer?" Obligatory question - in a previous life. Now he has to decide for himself. Familiar routine? Broken away. Nothing is as it was. His everyday life - collapsed. And this sadness. Sorrowful thoughtfulness. This awkward helplessness. And slowly he begins to ponder, to reflect, to process...