The strangest country we live in is called "everyday life." What we perceive as normality is a mix of madness and jam sandwiches that always fall butter side down. Dietmar Wischmeyer takes us into a world of everyday absurdities. We accompany him to the green waste disposal site, watch an East Elbe truck driver losing his mind while delivering a washing machine, and suffer with him at the bratwurst stand. We learn why misery seems to start beyond Dortmund and why every pedestrian zone between Flensburg and Freiburg is just a variation of Asian takeout and mattress discounters.
Als Mutti unser Kanzler war provided a theoretical assessment of the Merkelocene. This book offers an up-close encounter with the aftermath of our two-legged mishaps. It reveals aspects of ourselves, as Germans, that are not always pretty, but are as funny as they are wicked. Wischmeyer holds up a distorting mirror, and just like an accident, you can't help but look.
