Otto Waalkes turns the Literaturhaus into a Rüssel home. You learn a lot of interesting things, luckily most of it is a lie. But it’s better not to sit in the front row during your reading.
What is art? You don’t seriously ask a nonsense like Otto Waalkes that. “Is that art?” he asks back. Takes a sip from the water glass and holds it crookedly to his right ear. He won’t…! And then the big Frisian spits a fountain from his podium seat down into the first row of chairs, aimed at a dashing visitor’s tights. She takes it like a teenage girl takes the wet smack of her pop idol. And she takes it with humor: “You’re already healthy, aren’t you?” – “You can still move around,” he advises her, although that’s actually not possible because every seat could be filled several times on Monday evening in the Munich Literaturhaus.