Lothar Bölck

One must think of a thing from the end, for then one knows that one can produce napkins and toilet paper from cellulose. Every ending begins when the beginning ends. If one loses the prelude, one does not reach the endgame. Such is the regulation. Yet we continue to play cheerfully. After all, we have not been eliminated. We are simply no longer in the game. However, the endgame will not take place without us. We have tickets. Lothar Bölck has made it to the endgame. Man against world. At the beginning of the end of his playing time, Bölck wonders: Will there be a winner? And if so, why not? Are we standing with one foot in offside or in the afterlife? Who will leave the field as the victor? The visions or the divisions? Will it be a heated game with critical scenes or a hot one with scorched earth? Is there extra time, or will time have an extra play? Certainly. After every whistle, the reprimand lurks.