Gessnerallee
Zürich

There is something that destroys the beautiful order we try to establish all our lives. A moment in which everything dissolves. Some day it will come. And one thing is responsible for this: death. Ah, death with his powerful snap of a finger! We should banish him back to the times when earth was still a vale of tears. Now we have established paradise here. Now we are contemporary and know how to present ourselves. We sing and we dance and we make jokes. No! We’ll never die! And certainly not because some stranger wants us to. But should he come all the same, the big unknown stranger, then we hold on to that bucket and ––