Der Betrunkene Sachse - Nüchtern betrachtet war's betrunken besser

Actually, Paul would have written off his wife as an extraordinary burden long ago, but she's still here: "de Muddi" - a great habitual love and ultimate adversary all at once. He contradicted her only once. Since then, he hears nothing on his left ear.

No wonder, then, that Paul, 30 years after that drunken wedding night, is still sobering up. But whoever staggers sees more of the road. Meanwhile, they sleep apart, yet the sacrament of marriage lies upon their blessing like a curse.

Paul stumbles through life alone more and more. Armed with solid half-knowledge, he assembles an IKEA bed without instructions, only to discover he's bought a shelf. Even his new "friend" Alexa can't help with that. So better natural stupidity than artificial intelligence.

In the end, a man must do what a man must do. Unless de Muddi sees it differently - then he doesn't. Soon they'll both celebrate their "flower anniversary". By then she'll have wilted and he'll have vanished.

And though alcohol is, chemically speaking, a solution, sober as it sounds, drunk really was better.

With "Mein Freund, der betrunkene Sachse," Thomas Kaufmann created a tribute to the late cabaret performer Olaf Böhme that left many a guest both laughing and moved to tears.

Now he takes Paul, the drunken Saxon, by the hand once more and leads him into modern times. Of course, not without packing all the treasures yet to be mentioned into his shopping bag. There's still so much to tell: about knitted sweaters and canaries, about lingerie and Tupperware containers, about holidays, cars, and other disasters.