Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in an era long gone - only he didn’t know it. Dr. Maximilian Krah, Member of the Bundestag, X-preacher, and the last knight of lost logic. When he writes, truth starts to sweat. Not because it slips away from him, but because it hides in shame. In his world - a mixture of Soviet nostalgia, Reichsbürger romanticism, and Telegram poetry - Russia is already on the path to “normalization,” while the EU is “sanctioning itself.” The US? Naturally cozying up to Moscow. And anyone who doesn’t believe that is, according to Krah, either “possessed by Russophobia” or - even worse - a woman from the Baltics. Particularly dangerous, it seems, are Estonian Prime Minister Kaja Kallas and anyone who believes in international law.
But Mr. Krah doesn’t stop at geopolitical puppet theater. In another intellectual stroke of genius, he takes on the EU: 230 billion euros for Ukraine - and how much of that, he asks conspiratorially, flowed “back to those EU politicians who approved it?” Only a scoundrel would ask for evidence here. Corruption in Kyiv, he notes, is “not even worth mentioning,” though it’s clearly the leading actor in his mental opera. Linguistically, Krah moves like an amateur philosopher at a county fair of outrage. He is the Nietzsche of nationalist rationalism, the Hamlet of Hoyerswerda. With an upraised finger and an empty toolbox, he lashes out at a Europe he never understood - or never wanted to. His “we” is a ritual of exclusion, his “argument” a scream into the void.
In the end, we see a man who doesn’t grow old, but hardens. A political fossil with Wi-Fi access, who prefers to gaze into a Russian future rather than a European present. One who believes that you can replace answers with populist questions. Who doesn’t explain his worldview, but laments it. And who wonders why fewer and fewer people understand him, even though he shouts louder and louder. Maximilian Krah - a man who will go down in history. Perhaps not as a visionary. But surely as a warning that one can lose oneself entirely when too preoccupied with rewriting reality.
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