Apparently two have found each other. You wander through a night city, from bar to bar and philosophize about life and love, town and country, world history and space. At the very end, in the author biographies, the two “night figures” are drawn a little more detailed than on their previous Beisl tour. And one recognizes the draftsman Nicolas Mahler in the long thin figure and the author Jaroslav Rudis in the smaller corpulent one.
The result is a long, laconic dialogue in black, white and a dull shade of blue, from which the full moon and the light of the last open bars shine brightly. Again and again the two friends end up in a pub for a last beer, are complimented out at curfew, watch the shutters come down, move on – and still find an open bar, restaurant or at least a kiosk where they can open their beer the counter is slammed.
The y know how life goes.”), Remember a Mont Blanc tour in “Sommerlatschen” (“I have had the rescue helicopter for five years.” have to pay off. “), discuss the battle of Austerlitz and the fight against aliens by eating cake.
The nocturnal outlines of the city of Prague are always present, the shadows of the Nazi era continue to have an effect and the good soldier Schwejk also leaves his mark. “Nachtgestalten” actually seems as if Jaroslav Hasek and Samuel Beckett are moving through the night together.
The owls pee on it.”