An exceptionally bad start... Gunnar is nearly 30 and has settled quite well into the immensely comfortable male camaraderie of the rescue service, a world filled with crude jokes but also a sense of solidarity in shared stumbling. Every morning, they begin their shift by glancing at the obituaries, which they refer to as "complaints." The paramedics encounter the old man who spends all day cooking meat off the bone in large kitchen pots, only to distribute it into countless bowls afterward. However, the dogs that are supposed to eat this meat exist only in his imagination. Because his wife can no longer tolerate the smell, she calls "112," bringing overwhelmed paramedics into the house. This is the routine day in and day out, and amidst the sometimes absurd, sometimes bizarre calls, it happens. While he and his colleague...