The Truth: Good luck in all your endeavors, Kurt!

Kurt woke up one morning with a strange feeling. Suddenly he was a postman. This came as a surprise because he had actually been working as a freelance demolitionist for 22 years and had never delivered a single letter in his entire life.

Still, there was not the slightest doubt: he felt like a postman. And Kurt was a man who fundamentally trusted his feelings. He stood up, tucked a briefcase containing all of the months' worth of unopened mail under his sink under his arm, and set off. Little by little he stuffed all the bills, reminders, summonses, arrest warrants and wanted posters that he had sometimes plucked from trees and power boxes into the neighbors' mailboxes. Here and there he also added a lit Chinese firecracker as a surprise.

In front of the town hall he met Mr. Möller, the city's building department manager. He looked as if he had done nothing other than reject or cancel building permits since 1987. Whenever Kurt even thought the word “building permit,” something in his brain went off, it had always been that way, because of course he was the building authority himself.

Without hesitation, he knocked out Mr. Möller with his briefcase. o., sat down at his desk and eagerly began to “stamp” everything short and small. At half past nine the mayor came in with a questioning face. Kurt spontaneously felt like the mayor, no, in other words: he was the mayor.

Now it would have been complicated for other people, but Kurt had no problems with being a blaster, postman, building department manager and mayor at the same time. Without further ado, he calmed the other mayor, put her in a sack and tied it tightly. Then he went to her or his limousine to have the chauffeur drive him to a memorial where the Chancellor wanted to honor various people for something. Because he was the Federal Chancellor himself and under no circumstances did he want to be late for the honor.

But as soon as Kurt sat in the luxury car, he immediately knew that he was actually the chauffeur. In his heart of hearts, in addition to being a blaster, postman, building official, mayor and chancellor, he had always loved being a chauffeur! A cheerful chuckle erupted from his throat as he shrugged regretfully and pushed the other driver down a rock and into a ravine.

He relaxed comfortably in the driver's seat and ate the delicious chauffeur's provisions that were waiting in the glove compartment, as it was now midday. Then he listened to the police radio, which he could of course listen to as the mayor's chauffeur, i.e. as himself and as his own chauffeur. As Chancellor anyway.

The reports didn't bode well! Apparently a dangerous madman was on the move and was now making the area unsafe. The police chief had mobilized all emergency services and asked the population to make sure to barricade windows and doors until the madman was caught and taken into custody.

Kurt slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand because now it occurred to him: Of course he was also the most talented emergency responder of all the emergency responders under the sun! This talent had been instilled in him by someone before he was born. And now his commitment was required. It would have to be the devil if we didn't manage to catch the dangerous madman!

The chauffeur didn't have to ask the mayor for long, she of course immediately agreed to drive the emergency services to the site, the demolitions expert was there as a precautionary measure to blow up the way in case of an emergency, the building authority manager shrugged his shoulders and simply stamped the process, and the postman was busy looking for the address of the site. While the postman was still searching, the Chancellor remembered that all he had to do was ask the police chief. And because, as Chancellor, he obviously knew the police chief, the address was quickly determined.

Surprisingly, the location was right at Kurt's home. And that wasn't far away, not to say just around the corner. Kurt, along with the postman, building authority manager, mayor, chancellor and emergency services team, quickly made their way to the site, and with what an incredible hello they were greeted there: all the other emergency services, armed to the teeth - there were around a hundred of them - suddenly knelt down in front of them and pulled out their pistols, revolvers and rifles so that they could fire a friendly salute at any time.

The head of operations himself submissively accompanied the lively troop to a comfortable and quite soft room, where they were supposed to relax as a reward for the selfless fulfillment of their civic duties. And so that the gang there couldn't be disturbed, he closed well from the outside.

“What a wonderful day,” Kurt thought, lay down on the tempting cot and immediately fell asleep contentedly. Oh, lucky Kurt!