die apokalyptischen tänzerin*nen

There's nothing to laugh about, so let's laugh ourselves to death. An evening between thigh-slappers and serious satire* (from the Latin satura (lanx) 'fruit bowl offered to the gods every year' (source: DWDS)) - true to the meaning of the word, a colorful fruit basket of sweet and sour fruits awaits you. Or maybe some that taste great but then trigger allergic reactions? Get ready for a variety of surprise guests and discursive humor. In a dazzlingly decorated room by the Agentur für materielle Gespinste, accompanied by a lively piano and our Stuttgart-based Konstantin Wecker, Peter Luttringer, on the guitar, we go in search of the connections between humor and politics.