“In the year one thousand nine hundred and ninety nine in the seventh month,
a great king of terror will come down from heaven,
to awaken the great king of Angoumois,
to rule before and after Mars at a good hour.”
No one in Munich is afraid of Nostradamus’ prophecy. On the Oylmpiaberg we meet for a garden party. With Prosecco under the umbrellas and protective cardboard goggles always in front of the eyes, the natural spectacle becomes a happening.
And the crescent of the half-hidden sun is projected onto the ground through the leaves of the trees as if through a lens. An inspiring natural spectacle.
But no one notices.