Nichts, nichts (Nothing, nothing)

In his second volume, Strobel sticks to his motif: This is no piece of feel-good literature, no lifestyle book committed to sophisticated entertainment, but crudity and rejection of elegance. There is the scarce world of losers: elderly mothers prostituting themselves on the internet, outlaws resorting to remote wood huts, having to deal with refugees there, or Alzheimer patients. Strobel, however, does not indulge our voyeuristic gaze at misery, nor does he make eerily beautiful scenes of it, but rather addresses the speechless surroundings of these ›heroes‹. Lack of communication and unfocussed, blunt fury prevail. Curt and sparsely, extremely straightforward, Strobel portrays a world struggling to keep up its façade – a world which threatens to implode any moment under the aggression breaking free.