Like a Precious Stone

By the middle of the second day, I had reached the edge of the big forest. I stopped and looked back. Never before had I seen the city from a distance. All my life I had spent within its walls, first in the uncle’s house, and then in the chapter house with its small enclosed cemetery. Now I found myself on the hill above the vineyard and my feet were sore from walking. The smell of wet timber poured from the wood behind me. The city was but a grey speck from which the spire of the minster protruded like a finger. Never before had I felt so free. In the villages, people had passed me with brief greetings. Nobody bowed their head asking for my benediciton.


  • Herausgeber: Nagel & Kimche
  • Erscheinungdatum: 1. Januar 1998
  • Hardcover: 164 Seiten
  • ISBN: 978-3426630655