Another evening of reflections on short stature, fatherhood and inevitable baldness, where domestic absurdity and family dramas intertwine with the eternal attempts to understand women and ourselves in this strange world. Marriage appears as an endless marathon of chatter and petty victories over shopping carts, and Dad as a living meme about jackets and socks that are better not to change. In the background of all this is a quiet fear of becoming another "head on the windowsill" and the hope that joking about yourself will save you from loneliness and despondency.
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