The king of all the superheroes; number one, capo di tutti, right? I never enjoyed stories about Superman. Only in its last version I was impressed by several moments and just fell in love with him. They threw him on Earth, knowing others would make a fool of him. And still they did it.
They knew that the new environment would be destructive for him, even despite all his abilities. Because of his innate difference. First, he had to completely comprehend his being different in order to learn to survive. And only then could he make use of it. And only then could he become Superman. I’m fascinated by the idea of the little Superman at school when he couldn’t control his mind or concentrate yet, and by the idea of the millions of impulses his brain could perceive at the same time. He became a fool for the others. Awesome. Because when people don’t understand something, they are afraid of it. By the way, how would you translate Superman into German, huh? Friedrich? I think, for example, Petr (author of all those amazing drawings here) could tell us a lot. His hand has been damned from the day he was born. And his brand fights tooth and nail to make use of that hand. For the benefit of others.