Brief eines Bayern an die NasaGreet God, I write you, because you must help me. I have seen your Space Shuttle
in the television. And so came me the idea to make holidays in the world-room.
Alone. Without my crazy wife.
I am the Kraxlhuber. The King of Bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather.
I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a shrill
voice like a circle saw. She lets no good hair at me. She says I am a Schlapp-tail.
She wants that I become Bürgermaster. But I want not be Bürgermaster. I have
nothing at the hat with the political shit. I want my Ruah. And so I want make
holidays on the moon. Without my bad half.
But I take my dog with me. He is a boxer. His Name is Wurstl. So I want look a flight
in your next Space-Shuttle. But please give me not a window place. I would kotz
you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no standing-place please …
And please do not tell my wife that I want go alone. She has a big Shrot-gun.
She would make a sieve from my ass.
I need not much comfort. A nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating.
And windows with look to the earth. So I can look through my farglass and see
my wife working on the potatoe field. And I and my dog laugh us a branch (häha).
We will kringel ourself before laughing (höhöhöhö)!
Is what loose on the moon? I need worm weather an I hope the sun
shines every day. This is very good for my frost-boils.
With friendly Servus
Xaver