Das Dreckstück

I had a long conversation at my workplace with a real Count from Germany who treated me as if I were just a little piece of filth, which he thought would ruin his vacation. He considered himself superior, constantly emphasizing it, and was never satisfied with the pre-ordered car. In the end, he ended up without a car and had to take a rusted hulk from a colleague that was still available. His wife in the background tried the whole time to pull their daughter (around 14) away from the garbage truck. She stayed there all the time with her nose in the trash and breathed deeply.

That's how the idea for the book was born, and that same evening I typed the first chapter. At the same time, it was also the first of my books that KDP didn't want to approve because of an alleged violation of their guidelines and only eventually found no violation after a long back-and-forth. Obviously, this wasn't an exception, as I later unfortunately had to realize. Nevertheless, my readers find great