Exterior, day. A deserted street in a southern Dutch town, unusually bright daylight. No sound. A man drives up and parks at a vacant power point. He walks to the entrance of a large, empty, modernist building. He is welcomed by a very elderly veteran, who tells him that 'the wife is in for a moment', 'she asked me to look after the shop'. He starts a chat about the weather, which turns out to be a pretext for a strange monologue about his service, lan...
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