Friedemann Weise

In the organizer's words:

Satire can do anything. Except die!

"If satire dies, man has only four years to live," said Albert Einstein to his cat with a coffee in his hand. "But if - to paraphrase Tucholsky - satire can do anything," purred the cat, "then it can also die."

"I'll know how to prevent that, as true as I am winner of the German Cabaret Prize," exclaimed Friedemann Weise, who dreamed this scene on a regional express on the way to a gig in Dingsbums. He finally knew the name of his fifth solo program: Satire looking for a home. An awkward play on words - just good enough to avoid attracting attention in the local cabaret scene, but above all bad enough to put a smile on Friedemann Weise's face.

The Cologne-based author, satirist and music comedian now sets out to show why it's worth living in two 50-minute satire shows. As difficult as this project may be, together with his guitar, a screen and his human mini-clone Friedemännchen, he will succeed. And you can watch him do it!