Michael Vogel the puppeteer rested his body on his left knee. A skull puppet the size of a child's fist clung to his leg.

Shortly after, the voice of a child was heard, reading a poem by Baudelaire: "My dear friend, I send you here a little work of which no one could say that it has neither head nor tail, because, on the contrary, everything in it is both head and tail, alternately and reciprocally"

That was the opening of Spleen, a puppet theater pe