Woonstee and workshop he has in the countryside, somewhere between Hamburg and Lübeck. After about an hour’s drive away my taxi with a metal garden gate. I see sculptures around the house, his sculptures, because his talents are many. Günter Grass and his wife greet me kindly. We enter his workshop. We will be a half hour talk between the cupboards full of books. If he were not a man of books, who will? We talk about his latest major work, on


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