So, with a rollator, mothers little helpers and a few bottles of whiskey in his luggage, the narrator sets off on a bizarre road trip with his eccentric mother. The unlikely couple take a cab across Switzerland, always on the run from loneliness, out of a life poisoned by money. In the back seat is a plastic bag containing an obscene amount of money - 600,000 francs in bills, withdrawn by the mother herself from her private bank in Zurich. From the apartment on the shores of Lake Zurich, which has been neglected by the wealthy, to the chalet in Gstaad, the journey rapidly descends into the depths of the personal and collective past. Always driven by the fervent desire to get rid of the dirty share profits from the arms industry as quickly as possible by squandering them and giving them away. A final journey together that brings mother and son together in a way that life has never managed. Right into the dark corners of the family's past, from the Springer tower block in Hamburg to the Nazi grandfather's villa on Sylt - or perhaps to the afterlife in Africa?
The human creature behind a splintering luxury façade - what is authentic, what is fiction? A highly amusing play with biographical details and an enchanting parody. Adapted for the theater directly from the short list of the German Book Prize by pop director Stefan Pucher.
"Eurotrash is breathtakingly different: Christian Kracht mixes Nazis, money, family and coming to terms with the past - and tricks everyone in the process." DIE ZEIT
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