Rums, wie die Fliege Author: Wolfgang Borchert Copy Quote More from Wolfgang Borchert “Da steht ein Mann und spielt Xylophon. Er spielt einen rasenden Rhythmus. Und d…” “...in deinen süßen heißen mädchenheimlichen Mondrausch.” “Then she saw him stop and wipe his brow with his handkerchief. Once, twice. And…” “You. Man at the machine and man in the workshop. If tomorrow they tell you you …”