Lessing

»Heyjoo, Mister Lessin’!« »PSSSSSSHHT!!! QUIET! You know that they are listening! Don’t you say my name, kid!« »But–who is listening?« Leni asked, while nervously playing with her tiny swiss army knife. »THEY! They are everywhere, kid! Don’t believe what your teachers tell you. They’re all part of –AAH THAT BIRD!! IT HAS A CAMERA!!« Lessing screetched, pressing his aluminium hat on his big head and pointing at a little sparrow with a bug in it’s beak. »THEY ARE COMING FOR ME…!!«

Here is a new Trüberbrook character for you: Lessing – but pssht! don’t speak too loud. When the Sanatorium Paradiso was closed, he had to be released into the wild. Embracing the circumstances, he chose a life in solitude – mainly so »they« can’t find him. The inventor of the Cerebral-Lockdown-Or-Alphawave-Capsule (C.L.O.A.C.) aluminium hat (patent pending) spends his life in an undisclosed location deep in the woods around Trüberbrook. Lessing comes with a deadly, hand-held squirrel-rabies-injection-device and a theory for everything that seems the least bit like a conspiracy. Lessing tried to enlighten the people of Trüberbrook more then once … but they just won’t listen … NO … the sheep just won’t listen …