I have just read that Otar #Iosseliani has passed away. You often hear from older people how the constant stream of friends passing away makes them increasingly depressed. Well, I'm not that old yet to receive news of friends' deaths. But Otar was also a kind of companion. I remember well how his movies more than once made me feel like I was wasting my life. That sounds horrible. But in truth, it is the mark of great art. Do you remember Kafka talking about books meant to be die Axt für das gefrorene Meer in uns?