Of
Gerhard Matzig
The man is just an impertinence – and Markus Lanz seems to suspect it. Why else does Thursday’s talk start with just one interlocutor – it’s Theo-Augenbraue-Waigel – with a long sigh? As if Lanz would spontaneously become Sisyphus, whom you have to imagine that evening as a happy person who, although sinking into the abyss, finally hears the truth about it.