Tilman Rammstedt: "Morgen mehr"
Early 1972: the narrator’s whole life lies before him. He sees everything that lies in front of him and is looking forward to it. But there is one snag: he hasn’t been born yet. To be precise, he hasn’t even been conceived and his future parents know nothing of each other: both of them have quite different concerns for the time being. His mother is about to fall in love with a melancholic Frenchman while his father has just been thrown into the Main with his feet encased in concrete. How the narrator manages to lead the couple into through heartbreakingly funny and breathlessly sad adventures each other’s arms, is a great firework display of tale-spinning.