In 1931 entered these doors a tormented looking burgher and handed the apothecary a sallow piece of paper. You could hardly spell out his complaints out of the faded letters: insomnia, calvitium, morbus hepatis toxicus, amnesia, myopia, iracundia... The wise apothecary had a potent antidote to his deseases. Oh dear self healer patients, You have come to the right place! For Your good fortune the precise recipe has been preserved. Leave Your liver, spleen, stomach and other major organs in our care. And Your heart and soul shall be filled with great might and the taste of freedom. It's mighty powerful, my friends!