Haeberli
A house falling apart, a lone wolf stuck in his paper jungle, far from normal but right in the middle of it - in posh St. Moritz.A house falling apart, a lone wolf stuck in his paper jungle, far from normal but right in the middle of it - in posh St. Moritz.A house falling apart, a lone wolf stuck in his paper jungle, far from normal but right in the middle of it - in posh St. Moritz.A house falling apart, a lone wolf stuck in his paper jungle, far from normal but right in the middle of it - in posh St. Moritz.A house falling apart, a lone wolf stuck in his paper jungle, far from normal but right in the middle of it - in posh St. Moritz.
In the middle of posh St. Moritz a house on the brink of collapse. Among mounds of newspapers the nonrhythmic typing of an index finger on an old typewriter: In this disorderly habitat, Adolf Haeberli arranges unarranged thoughts. Letter for letter, in hundreds of correspondences, he wages battle with his community's politbureau. This is a film about one man's right to self-will in his own town, his own house - and his very own head. —Moritz Mueller-Preisser
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