Herr Mautz

Herr Mautz has travelled to the Far East and finds himself in a shabby hotel room where three cockroaches are impatiently awaiting his death. They encourage him to choose one moment from his past to take with him into eternity. Images of his carefully planned life rush by him in quick succession. Methodically, Herr Mautz had learnt and ticked off one emotion per year. Nothing in his life had ever struck him as out of place, quite on the contrary - he found his accomplishments remarkably pleasing. Regretfully, no single moment for eternity willingly reveals itself, and suddenly the last thing he feels is the impression of dying. Herr Mautz has an unpleasant inkling, but unfortunately a little late… “As long as there are plays of this quality by Sibylle Berg, theatre is not badly off.” (Theater der Zeit)