DIETER ROTH

‘D. Roth was born in 1930 among the butchering Germans at that horrible stretch of time, when that cannibal, awful Hitler, Adolf, was just getting the Germans going at their best hit, butchering war. Hell was loose, but Roth survived, beatings and scoldings he survived, shitting and pissing in his timid pants, poor shaking little turd, he even managed to live through that rainstorm of bombs and grenades, awful smashing horror, brought about on all, the living and the dead, by the horridly cruel cool English and the annihilating man-eating cannibals, those fanty (fantastically) cruel citizens of the so-called United States of Northamerica, horrible man-killers. Roth got out of that place (described) by chance of being one of the citizens of his horrible home country, namely, selfrighteously, murderously Christian Switzerland. He survived, pantpissing for 12 years.