Comic tragedies, tragic comedies. The incomparable mini-dramas of Max Goldt. One of the young people (whispering) The poor old folks! Coughing up phlegm all day long and having no idea about anything. A card player The poor young people! They have to live until around 2080, in ugly, Styrofoam-insulated houses, staring at some screens all day long! Unless they step in front of a self-driving car in time. Second card player Or they’ll be blaming themselves until 2080 because a crazed self-driving car took their child not to school, but to the isolated house of a child molester! All The poor waiter! Probably only earns 6 euros 50 an hour and has to deliver free newspapers at dawn to feed his wife, who is unable to work due to severe obesity.