The last page read and no words left.
I'm leaving this work of a lifetime and his author behind with admiration and love in my heart and a warm and fuzzy feeling. Maybe there is only one thing you need to know about Kurt Tucholsky, in words found by his friend Erich Kästner:
"Ein kleiner dicker Berliner wollte mit einer Schreibmaschine eine Katastrophe aufhalten."
'A little, fat man from Berlin tried to hinder a catastrophe with his typewriter'
It didn't help. He died in exile in Sweden, on December 21, 1935... the worst was yet to come.