Sterni and the astronauts

"He disappeared? Where did he go?" - "I don't know. He was just gone." - "Maybe he was off work."

I once knew a guy called Sterni who was a doorman in a state-subsidized dive. "What really matters," he used to say, "is overcoming gravity." But the time of utopias was over and I was eagerly awaiting an appointment with the boss. Sterni stood in my path, smiling happily, and said: "Despite mortal dangers, I overcame all the difficulties that blocked my access to hidden phenomena. I discovered the living cell, found the building block of the elements and will now venture into space. What is it, are you coming with me?" And then he showed me his rocket. As an enlightened European, I immediately realized that the thing would never fly, but he just said, "Let's give the engine a go," opened two beers and we took off. Unfortunately, we then fell out at an intergalactic pub over the question of why all bodies fall at the same speed, regardless of their mass, and I've never seen him since.

Sterni und die Astronauten is the conclusion of a Schwerin trilogy by Milan Peschel and the acting ensemble, dealing with science fiction philosophy and questions of faith in God and man, art, comets and canned beer. Hope - Love - Faith. At the end is the beginning. And with Sterni, we head towards an uncertain future.