Hannes or The foreign Land: We are all the architects of our own happiness. But what if we never learned to forge?

No elves, no wizards, but unfortunately no noble knights either. Just people like you and me. A chance encounter. Two men in advanced age. What begins as reminiscing about youth leads to an unresolved, deep conflict. We are all the architects of our own happiness. But what if we never learned to forge? This book is not a search for blame, but for the root causes of deeply felt ruptures in a person's life. "Hannes was an idiot. Those aren't my words. He said that about himself once. Perhaps not in the pathological sense, he added. He belonged more to the inconspicuous of his kind, after all, he could still move freely among us. In essence, Hannes even possessed a sort of charm that made him appear likable to the majority of people in his surroundings. Even as a child, he was quite popular among older ladies. They appreciated him for his respect and the politeness he showed them. He tried to win them over, just as he later did with his classmates and then with his friends. That was his way of interacting with people. But from a young age, he had a deficit."