The middle-aged conductor Wolfgang is tired and so he should be. His mother is in the front row of the concert hall, the only listener. On top of that one of the musicians refuses to play. Wolfgang tries his very best to make things work, in vain it seems, but even middle-aged men have to look for happiness in the autumn of life. But as always, mother gets the last word.
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