At the NASA
USA


Bavaria, 27.07.2005


Greet God,
I write you, because you must help me. I have seen your Space
Shuttle in the television. In color. And so came me the idea
to make holidays in the world-room. Alone! Without my crazy
wife.
I am the Kraxlhuber. The King of Bavaria was my clock-clock
grandfather. I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always
she shouts with me. She has a shrill voice like a circle saw.
She lets no good hair at me. She says I am a Schlapp-tail. She
wants that I become Bürgermaster. But I want not be
Bürgermaster. I have nothing at the hat with the political
shit. I want my Ruah. And so I want make holidays on the moon.
Without my bad half. But I take my dog with me. He is a Boxer.
His name is Wurstl. So I want book a flight in your next Space
Shuttle.
But please give me not a window place. I would kotz you the
rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no standingplace
please. And please do not tell my wife that I want go
alone. She has a big Schrot-gun. She would make a sieve from
my ass.
I need not much comfort. A nice double-room with bath and kloo
and heating. And windows with look to the earth. So I am look
through my farglass and see my wife working on the potatoe
field.
And I and my dog laugh us a branch (häha). We will kringel
ourself before laughing (höhöhöhöhö).
Is what loose on the moon? I need worm weather and I hope the
sun shines every day. This is very good for my frost-boils.

Pfüarti, the Kraxlhuber



Gruß Donald