Palast der Stille

A small cottage on an island off the east coast of America, in the midst of winter, in silence. A man shovels snow, talks to his cat, watches birds, enjoys the boredom, and reflects on his life and work so far. Later, he makes his way through the deep snow-covered forest to the pine tree, where he has a lookout: to observe the world, nature, and himself. "Who do we talk to when we are alone? To ourselves, if we can." Hansjörg Schertenleib tells of the blessings of silence, self-chosen solitude, and love—love for animals, for nature, and for books. Compelling, truthful, and effortlessly light.