The woodworm has been ticking away in the beams for a long time. Surely, no one who has read this story will quickly forget the panopticon of originals, the quartet of stunning loser types who made up the staff of Udo Posbich's private typesetting and printing business in East Berlin in the late seventies: the eternally lovesick Püppi, a left-handed typesetter who is completely off track and ultimately projects her longing for happiness onto a potted plant; a schizophrenic printer with a rather dark past, whose conversation partners are devices and machines; or a colleague in whose loins once resided his parasitic twin brother. In a virtuoso language and with a unique humor that counters despair in the world, sentence by sentence, Katja Lange-Müller tells a story about an end - the end of a profession.