Allow me to introduce myself: I am, am called and will be called Hans Meier, am in my early fifties, work somewhere between up and down, between right and left. My job is therefore three-dimensional, my life one-dimensional.
I am in demand, but no one asks how I am doing. And to answer this question, I would need time, time that I don't have until I die - and all that within 15 586 characters.
A little love story by Hans Meier and Alice about depression or the dullness to be interested in ourselves. (Only yet in German)