Der Deutsche (Jens Jessen).

Jens Jessens' German is often admired, but he never gets loved. He feels like a lonely hustler in the schoolyard; people trust him with good grades, but also with all kinds of darkness - but then, unfortunately, he always delivers. But is there such a thing as german at all, and why is he still regarded as a ruthless person, incorrigible romantic or ridiculous bigot, if not even a perpetual Nazi among others? German is afraid of Germans and especially of being recognized as German abroad. Mostly, however, he is already discovered through the disadvantageous spectacles that he wears. Why does he dress so badly, is he sexually inept and at the same time acts as a teacher? How does he live among his peers who have subscribed to the ideal of equality and regard differences suspiciously? In striking someone of this type is unacceptable. Self-criticism and self-hate belong to this genre for a long time now. Rightly considered, these are maybe even his best characteristics. Knowing that poetry and truth are close together here, Jens Jessen focuses on the German feelings and insecurities. With his fulminating essay, he spits on those caricatured attributions which, not least by us Germans, are carefully nurtured.