Amras I

"Our watchfulness weighed upon our mood and constricted our understanding... We did not look out of the windows, but we heard enough sounds to be afraid... Our heads, when we stuck them into the open, were exposed to the vicious gusts of the foehn; the welter of air hardly left us room to breathe...  It was early March... We heard many birds and did not know what kind of birds... The waters of the Sill plunged into the depths before us and noisily separated us from Innsbruck, the city of our forebears, and this from the world that become so insufferable to us... (...) -we had always loved what came hard to us, despised what came easy- withdrawn ever more deeply into our raging heads, we padded our tower with grief." (Thomas Bernhard, Amras, p. 4)