After an argument with her husband, a plump German woman sleeps alone in a motel that also runs a café. The thermal insulation high-pressure kettle left behind during the quarrel was filled with coffee and followed her, becoming the first prop of this magic trick. The cafe owner's husband left home angrily. She couldn't understand her son's music, couldn't accept her daughter's fashion, and couldn't bear the crying in the baby. There is no coffee machine, and the bar is dusty; the hotel she manages is home to a painter with no work, a tattooed girl with no business. The hostess of the Baghdad cafe is overshadowed by the dust of life, and she can no longer tolerate an uninvited guest. A little warmth about friendship and love. When the fat female pig's feet first entered the picture, I almost thought that the tall, mighty and stout German middle-aged woman should be able to fire angry cannonballs at any time, but only later did I realize that it was wrong.
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