The eyes of the clown

I am a clown and collecting moments, ”says Hans Schnir, a poor artist,“ his own among strangers, a stranger among his own ”the prodigal son of a rich society of a large bourgeois, a hero of one of the best, most piercing and bitter European books of the twentieth century.

the action of the first -time Bell, who was called “German“ over the abyss in rye ”, occurs within only one day of Hans’s life, but this day in which the events of the present is mixed with memories of the real day of the present. The past, summarizes not only the life of the most sad clown, but also the fate of all of Germany - at first glance, happy and prosperous, but in reality - deeply experiencing the drama of involvement in the defeated, but still not forgotten “ordinary fascism”...