“Beer” is a classic film of “small occupation,” everyday, grey, devoid of pathos. A young boy went to the station to see his mother. There, the Germans organized a raid on Polish food traders. The boy is a witness of the scene when a Nazi hits his mother in the face. He passively watches the entire event. After years he returns to this memory. Was he a coward then, without even trying to defend his mother, or maybe he was “reasonable” and “rational”?