Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

Mr. Szabo

Lauretta's mother faints, falls on the floor while vacuuming and gets hospitalized. The 30-year-old cashier, alone in the apartment, finds an old letter among her mother's belongings - a letter that could have changed her life.