Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn’t have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.