Josef Brustmann mit "Das Leben ist kurz - kauf die roten Schuh"

It was clear to everyone that the earth would set one day - and why not? The sun does it every day! It was clear that some Trumpl would find someone to press the red button.
But everything turned out differently. The earth suddenly tilted to the right of its own accord, many lost their balance and fell into space. In England, someone stole the crown jewels in the confusion, in Oberammergau the Amber Room reappeared in an inn.

In Dr. Markus Söder's state chancellery, all the crosses that had just been hung fell from the wall.

All Lufthansa pilots immediately went on strike. And in Berlin, when a burning cuckoo came out of the cuckoo clock of Horst Seehofer, the Minister of Homeland and the Interior, like a Beelzebub, screaming "Asylantenraus-Asylantenraus" several times, Seehofer's Märklin train derailed as if by magic in Ingolstadt at the same time (who had set the wrong points?).

A huge shift to the right swept through the whole of Upper Bavaria.

In Berlin, Angela Merkel retreated forever into her rhombus without having appointed an heir to her 270 trouser suits. Before Dr. Storch could take the helm, Stern imploded. No trace of Adam and Eve or the Last Judgement - it was all fiction.

Only I, the documentarist, survived for the time being, because in Wolfratshausen everything always happens 20 years later. Buy yourself the red shoes, I can still hear myself saying to my wife, life is short.
Josef Brustmann, "the consoling star in the confused cabaret sky" (SZ) tries to save what can be saved with loud singing, the roar of instruments and whistling in the forest.