Walpurgis Night in Zwingenberg, and at Rot'ox, the chunk ghost told his strange story. While Lukas lent him his voice, the chunk fixed our guests with his one blue eye. He told of his oak-granny Elisabeth (with tz, wherever), the voluntary fire brigade, of matchsticks, football and especially the players' wives (about who he enthuses), of his longing for friends, yet fans, the rather obscure chunk ghost order, his blue blood, the Smurfs, Berlusconi, the Pilgrim Fathers and of course of the typical Westphalian par excellence.