No elves no wizards but unfortunately no noble knights either. Just people like you and me.A
chance encounter. Two men in advanced age. What begins as reminiscing about youth leads to an
unresolved deep conflict. We are all the architects of our own happiness. But what if we never
learned to forge?This book is not a search for blame but for the root causes of deeply felt
ruptures in a person's life.Hannes was an idiot. Those aren't my words. He said that about
himself once. Perhaps not in the pathological sense he added. He belonged more to the
inconspicuous of his kind after all he could still move freely among us.In essence Hannes
even possessed a sort of charm that made him appear likable to the majority of people in his
surroundings. Even as a child he was quite popular among older ladies. They appreciated him
for his respect and the politeness he showed them. He tried to win them over just as he later
did with his classmates and then with his friends. That was his way of interacting with people.
But from a young age he had a deficit.
