Zitat des Tages von Heinrich Boll:
For me, at least, much of the German I see and hear sounds stranger than Swedish, a language of which I unfortunately understand very little.
On a visit to Cologne in March 1945, after a heavy bombing, I met hundreds and hundreds of deserters who were squatting in the rubble, many in the deep cellars left from Roman times. They had been hiding there after the retreat from France.
As early as December 1945, I accompanied my wife and a few relatives in their return from evacuation in the countryside to Cologne, where over the years we settled down in a destroyed house.
Many writers are radical. I am not, because of my age and because of my terrible fear of demagogy.
No one will ever know how many novels, poems, analyses, confessions, sufferings and joys have been piled up on this continent called Love, without it ever having turned out to be totally investigated.
Literature has its own life, even in a dictatorship like the Soviet Union.
It's true and it's easily said that language is material, and something does materialise as one writes.
Because the completion of labour service was a precondition for permission to study at the university, I was able to begin my studies of Germanistics and Classical Philology during the summer term of 1939.
