Kuck dir die Tiere an, wie glücklich die immer sind

What would you do if you only had two months to live? Or if you had earned a golden ass with a friend's idea without involving them? And what would you do if you had always wanted to be a candle, but no one really takes that wish seriously? How do you deal with seemingly unsolvable problems? It's simple: look at the animals and how happy they always are. A novel about guilt, atonement, and suggestion.