Anton
May I introduce my hero, who isn’t really a hero at all? He can’t shoot, doesn’t leap from rooftops, isn’t 007, probably has a bit of a paunch, and actually leads a completely normal life. Until…
Anton is, shall we say, a middle-aged man. In the second volume, his two children are almost grown up. He is a perfectly normal, lovable family man, perhaps a little absent-minded at times, but full of ideas. Some people think he’s a chauvinist because he doesn’t look away when he sees attractive women, Marlene for example.
Yet he is still in love with his wife Cordelia. However, he sometimes finds everyday family life a struggle, so Anton tries to make it as comfortable as possible for himself. A book, a hammock, Calvados…
This requires a good dose of cleverness and creativity in his daily dealings, especially in the run-up to Christmas. But he runs out of ideas, until...
Anton Wolfpril works as a key account manager at German Railways Deutsche Bahn. Then a momentous decision is made when he gives his wife a genuine Citroën 2CV for Christmas. The 2CV changes the lives of the family of four overnight. From then on, adventures, eccentric characters, emotional and physical mishaps, and sometimes even criminal encounters await the Wolfprils. And on occasion, the trained railwayman’s newly discovered love of freedom clashes with his own family, yet as an incorrigible optimist, Anton manages (almost) always, to cope with all of life’s situations.
Admittedly, the railwayman Anton is a fictional character, just like his wife Cordelia and their wonderful, lively children. A shame, isn’t it? I would certainly have liked to have met them.
There’s always a grain of truth in everything, isn’t there? Of course, some of what’s been told actually happened exactly as described. And what didn’t, was embellished under the guise of poetic licence. The rest? Pure fiction. I hope you won’t hold it against me.
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