Brief eines Tirolers an die NASA
Greet God,
I write you because you must help
me. I have seen your space shuttle in the
television. In color.
And so come me the idea to make holidays
in the world-room (weltraum). Alone whitout any crazy wife. i am the Kraxlhuber.
The hofer andal was my clock-clock
grandfather. i stand on a very bad foot
wih my with. always she shouts me.
she hass a shrill voice like a circle
saw. She lets no good hair at me.
She says i am a schlapp tail (schwanz).
She wants that i become bürgermaster.
But i dont want to be bürgermaster.
I have nothing at the hat with the
political shit. I want my ruah. And so i
want to 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 spaceshuttle. But please
give me not a window place. I wouldkotzyou
the rocket, because i am not
swindelfree. And no standing place.
And please do not tell my wife that
i want to go alone. She has a big
schrotflinte. She would make sieb
from me. I need not much comfort.
A nice doubleroom with bath and kloo
an heating. And windows with look to the
earth. So i can look through my far-glass
and see my wife working on the
potato feeld. And my dog and i laugh
us a branch (hahahaha).
We will kringel us before laughing.
Is what loose on the moon? I need
warm weather and i hope the sun shine
every day. This is very good for
my frost-boils.
With friendly Servus,
Kraxlhuber