Elf stories from everyday life, where normality turns into the grotesque, told by a master of satirical short prose. Franz Hohler holds up the rules of our lives until we climb the wall or scramble onto the roof and disappear behind it forever. What happens when a sentence suddenly asserts its own will? When it sneaks into phone conversations and newspapers, into radio stations and television news? Even the butcher shows his customer a piece of beef with the sentence: "This is the edge of Ostermundigen." All these stories are told in this way: they begin simply and inconspicuously and quickly turn into "rolling avalanches," as Martin Gregor-Dellin wrote in Die Zeit, "whose components weigh as lightly as snow.".