Who is this very Uwe? A nagging, fussy old grumbler who drives the neighbors crazy with endless nitpicking. He flies into a rage at the sight of trash thrown in the wrong place or a car parked incorrectly. And he rants and raves about the careless new residents, whose father can’t even hammer a nail into a board.
But Uwe knows everything: he can skillfully squeeze his “Saab” between the porch and the mailbox, fix a battery, and squeeze a discount out of the stingiest shopkeeper. There’s always perfect order in his house and garage. As there is order in his thoughts.
Only why does he need a pistol or a hook in the ceiling, or a handful of sleeping pills? Maybe the answer is known by the stray cat hanging around. Uwe, not prone to sentimentality, chased that cat away again and again—yet he never managed to get rid of it…