Stranded in the midd­le of nowhe­re. Abandoned by the train and left high and dry. Without a pho­ne, and only a trash can as com­pa­ny. A hopeless situa­ti­on. Until Ulli appears. My smo­king savi­or. Coughing at the wheel of a gol­den bus, who­se pas­sen­gers have an average age hig­her than every cemetery.