Julius Fischer hates people. It starts with children. Adolescence is also unbearable. Even worse are students. And of course, working professionals. They are the worst. But nothing compares to retirees. In his debut novel, he tells the story of how he tries to avoid all these people and how he fails at it. He recounts the agent who wanted to auction him off to major publishers as "the funny fat guy," or the esoteric tour guide on his honeymoon at Stechlin. He shares experiences from his tour with his reading stage colleagues and his visit to the Leipzig Book Fair with his friend, the ultra Enrico. And how he repeatedly found himself in despair. "Like Bernhard's 'Woodcutters' - only cuter." Marc-Uwe Kling.