My wild heart

The long hot summers once drew Peter Kurzeck to Uzès in southern France. But over the years, he realizes that the winters are even more beautiful. Peter Kurzeck tells of his wintry Provence in Mein wildes Herz: of excursions to Nîmes and Avignon; sentences about Rembrandt; four station clocks with a reproachful look ticking in the apartment, almost like the tax return that has been put off for months; of the landscape stretching endlessly under southern light and mistral and the people it shapes. One particular winter day is at the center of his narrative: Friday, February 13, 2004. It is the day of his stroke. It gives him the feeling of having lost control of his life. On the monitor, his heart valves flutter like flags in the wind, threatening his existence, but "you want to live forever as long as the mistral blows." With My Wild He.