Disappointed by life and people, particularly his ex-wife, Lothar Kellermann now only loves his dog and the Moroccan tiles he sells. Moroccan people he does not like. Lothar is taciturn and a know-it-all, and blames everyone else for his misfortune. At first glance, no one would suspect that a dry wit and something related to a small heart lie buried deep beneath the thick glasses and the trench coat he continually wears. Then a devastating diagnosis rips Kellermann from his daily routine: terminal cancer. It’ll be ‘game over’ very soon. Needless to say, when he finds out this isn’t true and that he has been given a wrong diagnosis, there is no reason for Lothar Kellermann to feel fortunate. On the contrary, it only adds to his misfortune! After all, he has settled in quite well at the hospice and taken the first, delicate steps toward romance with the resolute Rosa, who, however, is not destined to receive the same miracle. It’s no good. He has to leave and return to a life he left behind. But his house and tile store have been sold and the money and his dog donated to a dog pound, neither of which he will get back. So now Lothar is suddenly dependent on people he had long banished from his life, especially his daughter Mira, whose boyfriend in his distant, cold and almost autistic way feels quite familiar somehow.