Disappointed by life and people, particularly his exwife,Lothar Kellermann now only loves his dog and theMoroccan tiles he sells. Moroccan people he does notlike. Lothar is taciturn and a know-it-all, and blameseveryone else for his misfortune. At first glance no onewould suspect that a dry wit and something relatedto a small heart lie buried deep beneath the thickglasses and the trench coat he continually wears. Thena devastating diagnosis rips Kellermann from his dailyroutine: terminal cancer. It’ll be ‘game over’ very soon.Needless to say, when he finds out this isn’t true andthat he has been given a wrong diagnosis, there is noreason for Lothar Kellermann to feel fortunate. On thecontrary, it only adds to his misfortune! After all, hehas settled in quite well at the hospice and taken thefirst, delicate steps toward romance with the resoluteRosa, who, however, is not destined to receive the samemiracle. It’s no good. He has to leave and return to alife he left behind. But his house and tile store havebeen sold and the money and his dog donated to a dogpound, neither of which he will get back. So now Lotharis suddenly dependent on people he had long banishedfrom his life, especially his daughter Mira, whoseboyfriend in his distant, cold and almost autistic wayfeels quite familiar somehow.