"On the floor of the church lay a pair of scrunched up panties…
…the ear-splitting screech came from the other side! A harsh beam of light shot across the wall of the church, turning into bright flashes of lightning right above the big window where the Virgin Mary was cradling baby Jesus in her arms. The bright light vanished and suddenly, without warning, the silhouette of a motorbike from hell careered though the main portal, upset the stoup, catapulted across the altar and crashed against the front wall where candles had fabricated this eerie glow. But now the light was suddenly extinguished."
Who is the protagonist in this stormy performance? The devil’s dumb brother? Where does this inferno take place? In a desert-like area of the Spanish highlands? And then in Cologne or South America? The whole book is a mystical affair in which little can be predicted – not even the appearance of Detective Schneider. Everything remains mysterious and vague …
"Helge Schneider – The master of nonsensical sentences." (Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung)
