I had just turned twelve and was about to turn thirteen when I saw a dead man for the first time. It happened in 1960, a long time ago... although sometimes it doesn't seem that long at all.

Especially at nights when I wake up from dreams, where I see hail falling onto my open eyes... The most important things are also the hardest to express. Those that make you even feel ashamed, [...].

The most important things are what show the way to the depths of the soul, like marks on a treasure map that your enemies would want to get their hands on.

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]