My relationship with Wilhelm and Jacob Grimm reaches far back into my childhood. I grew up with Grimm's fairy tales. I even saw a theater production of 'Tom Thumb' during Advent at the State Theater in Danzig, which my mother took me to see.

I have found that words that are loaded with pathos and create a seductive euphoria are apt to promote nonsense.

On sorrow floats laughter.

An empty bus hurtles through the starry night Perhaps the driver is singing and happy because he sings.

Translation is that which transforms everything so that nothing changes.

Believing: it means believing in our own lies. And I can say that I am grateful that I got this lesson very early.

Who can deny that the environment has been destroyed?