Every day, 80-year-old Theodore sets off on his bicycle on a 7-km journey to a bus stop in a God-forsaken Latvian village. With ritual ceremony, here he opens a bottle of beer, sits down on a bench and shares his solitude with several other men. Only rarely do they utter some indeterminate comments about the weather or their health.
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