On a long ago August 31st when I was twenty-six years old, I left the student home of Frau Traute in der Görlitzer Strasse of Göttingen and I took a bus to the trains station. I took a train that stopped in Darmstadt on my way to Frankfurt. I flew Lufthansa to Chicago's airport named after a recipient of the Congressional Medal of Honor. From O'Hare I flew home past Mount Rainier to Seattle and I have not flown in an airplane since then.
In the time since that departure and arrival I have worked rather assiduously on my project in artificial intelligence (AI). I am still working on getting my ideas for AI widely adopted. I meet resistance and also a big yawn from the world at large.
Earlier this year I bought a copy of "Silverview" by John le Carre and on paperback page 78 my favorite author mentions
whom some people describe as one of the great writers of the 20th century. On Amazon I can not find any German editions of books by W. G. Sebald so I must conduct a search elsewhere.