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“The charwoman had found the dead man. And now she was leaning on her car, passing the rose-colored rubber gloves from one hand to the other.” After twenty years of working in tourism Helga comes back to her beloved Tegernsee. Fed up with selling illusions, she hopes to find honesty and calm at the lake. But the room of her early years is now a room to let, her mother is ill, and all over Tegernsee are new rich freaks of folklore, who determine, at which time people have to eat the famous Weißwürste, if they want to be classified as natives. In the beginning Helga tries zu see the positive side of the changes, because as a young girl she had hoped so deeply, that her homeland would be more open to the rest of the world. But then she gets wind of the circumstances of how and to whom her mother lost the house ... |
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