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HELLO NASA,

Greet God, I write you, because you must help me.
I have seen your Space Shuttle in the television. In color. And so came me the idea to make holidays in the world-room. Alone! Without my crazy wife.

I am the Joseph Ochs, gonamed Ochsensepp. The King of Bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather. Today to days I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a shrill voice like a circle saw. She lets no good hair at me. She says I am a Schlapptail. She wants that I become Bürgermaster. But I want not be Bürgermaster. I have nothing at the hat with the political shit. I want my Ruah. And so I want make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half. But I take my dog with me. He is a Boxer. His name is Würschtl.

So I want book a flight in your next Space Shuttle. But please give me not a window place. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no standing-place please. I need not much comfort. A nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating. And a windows with outlook to the earth. So I am look through my farglass and see my wife working on the potatoe field. And I and my dog laugh us a branch (hähähähä). We will kringel ourself before laughing (höhöhöhöhö).

Is what loose on the moon?
I need worm weather and I hope the sun shines every day. This is very good for my frost-boils.

So please let me know, if you can me withtake. But let this letter gohome. My wife may nothing know from you an my plan to fly on the moon. You can write me in American Speech, I unterstand this total good. My wife speak not one word American and she not a light lamp. This make our letterwriten sure for her eyes.

I greets you with greetings from the Kreittmayrplatz. He is in Munich in Bavaria. Veryfoot, your old friend Joseph Ochs, gonamed Ochsensepp.