When straws were still made of straw

"To listen, I recommend a glass of St. Magdalener or, gladly, St. Justina, a few slices of South Tyrolean bacon and a Schüttelbrot." Konrad Beikircher When straws were still made of straw, when the sun really burned in the summer and the birds fell from the sky frozen to death in the freezing cold winter: The versatile artist and author Konrad Beikircher tells childhood stories from his almost Mediterranean home in South Tyrol, which also tell of what childhood meant in the fifties - an adventurous time when wishing still helped. It's about the hot summers in the "swimming school", the fear of the "Zingerle", the pranks of the "war of the buttons gang" from the Stegener Weg and the love for the older brothers who lined the path of his childhood without stepping on his feet. The great amours of the macho rascal with the ladies from the Erwa.