Three years ago today, it was so cold that ice was floating in Konstanz harbor. Rare enough around here, and also a meaningful coincidence. Because back then, I was plotting the story of my ice barons Katya, Grischa, Christian, and Thilo.
Three years later, it’s already springlike, and I’m about a month away from writing the final sentence of this saga.
My song of ice and sea, storm and fire and new horizons. And of being human in all its facets.