“Meanwhile it's got stormy, the tattered fog even thicker, chasing
across my path. Three people are sitting in a glassy tourist cafe
between clouds and clouds, protected by glass from all sides. Since I
don't see any waiters, it crosses my mind that corpses have been sitting
there for weeks, statuesque. All this time the cafe has been
unattended, for sure. Just how long have they been sitting here,
petrified like this?”
from 'Of Walking In Ice: Munich-Paris,11/23 to 12/14, 1974'
Werner Herzog
Werner Herzog
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