Swallowing tears at the sight of a Mercedes. Climbing into the silver cigar of the ICE train, autumn in the heart. Strolling through the Olympic Stadium in Berlin and humming a gypsy melody from Transylvania. The narrator of the bestseller "Dojczland," a literary guest worker on a reading tour across the Federal Republic, does not hide the fact that he would have preferred to arrive at Bucharest's Gara de Nord rather than Stuttgart's main train station. With self-irony, Stasiuk plays with fears, prejudices, and clichés—both his own and those of others—so much so that a Polish scandal magazine branded him a "paid influence agent of Berlin.".