Adolf Haeberli has not been tidying up since his mother’s death. He likes order but it is more important to concentrate on what really matters, though: Every day he writes countless letters on his clattering typewriter among mountains of newsprint. He wages battle with his community's politbureau, it is all about his damaged house in the middle of posh St. Moritz. A portrait about one man's right to self-will in his own town, his own house – and his very own head. A 45 min portrait.
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