After all, what’s fair anyway? The place we’re born? Our heritage? Our genes, which seem to be playing destiny? A coincidence that saves us from misfortune, or makes us a millionaire over night? Aren’t we all equal?
»There is no justice!,« yell the sad, hopeless realists. »It’s a beautiful illusion that lets us hope and create,« say the others.
Rudolf Taschner isn’t going to deliver an arbitration on justice, he isn’t going to give a carte blanche to prejudice, nor issue a decree on money, law, history and conscience. But he will make you feel that luck doesn’t depend on how big your share of the cake is.
