I’m rowed with Peter Handke, I have eaten with him the mushrooms, I went with him through the forest, I sat with him on the Sofa and on the wall, staring. I walked with him through the broken Berlin. I was with him in Kronberg in the Taunus, and in the ivory tower.
The truth is, of course, I rowed on a lake, and in none of the Carinthian Evening, but sat on the rowing machine in front of the TV.
