In the organizer's words:

Others take a break, I keep going!

Superhuman performance? Magic? Heinz Strunk follows up. Again. Log after log after log, the Hamburg literature and humor gladiator piles up a show Easter fire until it threatens to go up in flames itself; a firecracker filled to the brim with black powder, which hardcore fans have lit on both sides at the same time. Burn, Heinzer, Burn!
After the series blockbuster Last Exit Schinkenstraße (Prime Video) and the high-end novel Zauberberg 2, the great writer is now rolling the dice on a triple whammy: the short story collection Kein Geld kein Glück kein Sprit (from zero to 3 in the SPIEGEL bestseller list), flanked by the all-ages picture book Graf Fauchi und das verschwundene Gebiss and the life-help calendar Maximize your life. He also carries a whole arsenal of instruments (bells, flute, accordion) and performs his greatest hits unplugged. The premium comedian also sprinkles a pinch of smiles into his enchanted audience's moist little eyes from time to time, because, as Strunk says: "Whenever you laugh, a problem dies somewhere."

Concerned fans ask why the over-sixty man doesn't take a break, a sabbatical year, or at least a sabbatical quarter. "Three months of just drooling, that's not for me," says the trained woodwind player indignantly, adding: "Besides, the harvest has to come off the stalk. Otherwise it rots".
So it's ALL IN again for "Heinzchenklein".
His trademark: Straight talk!
His motto: Unbarockbar!
His call to the sympathizers: Don't miss out on your life, line my path!

Where his contemporaries are dawning towards retirement, the living legend (perhaps for the last time?!?) comes shooting out of the turbo lag at warp speed. Heinz Strunk, with a bright red head and a voice that rolls over, wildly associating: "What am I supposed to do in early retirement? It's as dead as the air between my ass and my underpants. There's no point in oiling my hump more than three times a day. After all, I still feel like I'm 13, but with an extra 50 years of life experience. So I'll keep going until I fall off the pole, check something. Better tired than broke!"
We get it, master!


No money No luck No fuel
Heinz Strunk once again invites us into a world in which there is much to marvel at and laugh about, although it is generally full of pain and shivers. There are reports of quite strange illnesses, disturbing occurrences in the house next door in the suburban housing estate, abysmally miserable family stories and couple tragedies. Gathered household robots devoutly watch a puppet show, a woman just wants to have her nose fixed and ends up with the wrong plastic surgeon, and retired couples go to war with each other at the fish buffet in the luxury resort in Maspalomas in the off-season.

Count Fauchi and the missing dentures
An ancient vampire without teeth? That sounds like a nightmare - and that's exactly what it is for Count Fauchi! Without his teeth, the ancient undead is completely lost, as he can no longer suck blood. Together with the intrepid werewolf Ylva, the Count embarks on an adventurous quest across Transylvania in search of his tusks. This content has been machine translated.