Once, Draxler Hans woke up and his wife was gone, and there was no breakfast either. This threw the otherwise composed farmer a bit off balance. He didn't even bother to shave and completely forgot to pet the cat, throw a stick for the dog, and he didn't have a kind word for the cow either. What can one say - Draxler Hans was simply not himself. For as much as he loved his wife, hardly anyone has ever loved a woman as he did. How Draxler Hans eventually finds his wife again and why one must drink a beer when heartbroken - even if it doesn't taste good at all - is charmingly told in the gift book "Not Draxler's Day." Dirk Eckert shows with his stories a unique friendship that lasts beyond death.