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On a bare terrace stroll two old gentlemen, who greet each other courteously. They discuss topics the past, the weather, old friends, moustache-styles, and the war.

Are they perhaps in a small private hotel? But all is not quite what it seems, and soon enough you realize you are actually on the grounds of a mental hospital, and these old men are patients.

With astonishingly sparse dialogue, by the time the day is over and the shadows fall, as an audience, you are moved to compassion, sympathy, and respect for these extraordinarily ordinary men.