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Johann and Mustafa appear on television to set an example of successful integration. However, the television appearance goes awry because a dispute breaks out in front of the camera. And because Johann hasn't been paying any rent for months, Mustafa wants to throw him out of the house...
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Johann and Mustafa appear on television to set an example of successful integration. However, the television appearance goes awry because a dispute breaks out in front of the camera. And because Johann hasn't been paying any rent for months, Mustafa wants to throw him out of the house...

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Genre:Comedy
Written By:Don Schubert, Tac Romey
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Runtime:89 minutes
Studio:ARTE, ORF, Allegro Film

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