In a fit of ravenous hunger, Carmen has devoured the last four rolled pancakes from the jar standing up. She nervously watches the large hand on the kitchen clock. In ten minutes, she will vomit the fish and then turn her attention to the 300g bar of nougat chocolate. Egersdörfer has slept badly. Last night he was worried that he wouldn't like his beer. He drank almost half a crate in great concern.
in great concern. Half asleep in the morning, he thought about how he would eat some mayonnaise-covered rolled pancakes after the twelve o'clock bell. The neighbor Eichhorn hears Carmen choking through the wall and the roar of disappointment from Egersdörfer. Eichhorn thinks of the Swabian cheesemonger with the black hairy fingers, whom he met yesterday in the bistro of the furniture store. He described himself as a cheese sommelier. After the second Prosecco, he suggested to Eichhorn that they get intimate in the parking lot.
The sadness of recent years surrounds the three like cold smoke and the merciless world continues to smoke thick cigars of stupidity, hatred and hubris. What else can they do but rip open the windows of their guts if they don't want to suffocate?