by Carl Kruse
A thirty-minute southerly drive from Munich and the land becomes one of lakes and trees, and further south the Alps. So much of what is Munich is what surrounds it. It’s a book of many turns, surprises, like the 16th century Sankt Anna chapel in the woods, not to be confused with the larger and more majestic church of the same name in Munich.
You imagine hermits caring for it back in the day when it was in the middle of nowhere, plugged into an other-worldly vision of life, and for a moment you wonder also and think of your place in the world and of your own chapels you might have built or might build, but then it’s back to the car, the autobahn, and soon again in Munich.