A composer of operas as a western hero? Mozart's librettist as a mob boss? A native American as a balloon pilot? Kurt Palm creates an enthralling mix of outrageous madness and historical detail in his story about the Wild West. Bored of society, Gioachino Rossini accepts an outlandish challenge. His uncle has left him a saloon and a piece of farmland in Missouri and neither a stormy passage over the Atlantic, nor the hardships of 1700 kilometers of travel can deter our hero. Once Indian Kamalesh, Ringgold, the escaped slave and Native American Big Thunder join his quest, Rossini and his whirlwind crew cannot be stopped!

Journalist Martin Koller is in hospital and cannot sleep. He is tortured by strange sounds in his ear that have thrown him into a deep depression. The fact that his wife desperately wants a child from him and that a young, ambitious colleague is messing with his research in the right-wing extremist scene isn’t exactly helping. Then he finds out that his mother is on the brink of death. So he pulls himself together and heads back to his childhood home. He spends a few days alone with his mother. And then, the visitors start showing up and taking over the entire house. They’re all over the place: in the cellar, in the rooms, in the attic. No one knows where they came from, no one knows what they want. A doctor Martin has known since his youth calls and tells him that she has made a mysterious discovery. A nightmare begins.

Things are brewing together in Bad Fucking: first, Vitus Schallmoser (weirdo) is found dead in his lair. Then Camilla Glyck (Federal Office of Criminal Investigation) is ordered to find the whereabouts of Marie Sperr (interior secretary), who, more or less on the side, works as a building contractor and has planned to have an asylum seekers’ hostel built in Bad Fucking. And while a team of cheerleaders practices on the sports ground of Bad Fucking, Jagoda Dragicevic (cleaning lady) decides to blackmail Dr. Ulrich (dentist) with a nude picture. In the meantime, Ludmilla Jesenská (burglar) flees from her pursuers to Vienna: she took photographs of mysterious cave paintings in Bad Fucking. All this (and more) happens while a heat wave brings almost all of Europe to a standstill and thousands of eels as well as a killer thunderstorm move towards Bad Fucking.

Zum 251. Geburtstag von Wolfgang Mozart - glauben Sie uns: Sie wissen noch immer nicht genug! Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart? Komponist, Salzburg, „Eine kleine Nachtmusik“, bam ba bam ba bam ba bam ba ba. Und was wissen Sie sonst noch? Wurde Mozart von einer Amme gestillt? Spielte Mozart Fußball? War Mozart mit Winnetou befreundet? Hatte Mozart mehr als einen Vogel? War Mozarts Vogel ein Genie? Trank Mozart seinen Kaffee mit Milch? Wein oder lieber Bier? Hatte Mozart wirklich Schuhgröße 36? Hat Mozart jemals Erdäpfelsalat gegessen? Warum besaß Mozart, als er verarmt starb, neun Hosen, neun Hemden und einen Pelzmantel? Sehen Sie, das Mozart-Jahr ist spurlos an Ihnen vorüber gegangen. Kurt Palm liefert ein Da capo in 47 Stücken, mit Zeichnungen von Tex Rubinowitz. Das ist Ihre letzte Chance. Nutzen Sie sie!