Sascha Thamm: Gesammelte Abrissbirnen

In the organizer's words:

Sascha Thamm's world is a world between meticulous observation of apparent trivialities and complete disinterest in the social "must haves". Star Wars? Never seen one. Fitness bracelet with pedometer? For what? You can tell the difference between exercising and barely being able to open the third bag of onion rings on the couch because your fingers are so greasy. No, Thamm's world is real. It oscillates somewhere between bourgeoisie and punk rock, between mowing the lawn before midday and unruly wildflower meadows. The multi-award-winning reader-comedian's "Gesammelte Abrissbirnen" (Collected Wrecking Balls) caress the foundation walls of the mother tongue like tender buds, lay them in ruins seconds later and immediately create new, equally flowery images on the wasteland. A firework of punchlines that falls on fertile ground. Eloquent, charming and full on 12.