Haeberli

In the middle of posh St. Moritz a house on the brink of collapse. Among mounds of newspapers the nonrhythmic typing of an index finger on an old typewriter: In this disorderly habitat, Adolf Haeberli arranges unarranged thoughts. Letter for letter, in hundreds of correspondences, he wages battle with his community's politbureau. This is a film about one man's right to self-will in his own town, his own house – and his very own head.