"I shouldn’t have accepted the inheritance. That’s where it began. The house had already made others before me unhappy. I shouldn’t have moved in and I should have evaded Landskron and Villach and Kärnten altogether."
Together with a house on a lake Kurt Weber inherits the history of the house, too. And that of its former inhabitants who haunt him in his dreams. When one day an old woman appears and locks herself in a room – Ludwig’s room – Kurt is inexorably drawn into the realm of her memories. Who is Ludwig? And what happened in this house?
A novel about the longing for love, about lovelessness, and about guilt that goes back to the time of the Nazis – told in a darkly beautiful suggestive language.
