No matter whether one is flying over Newfoundland or the sea of lights that stretches from Boston to Philadelphia after nightfall, over the Arabian deserts which gleam like mother-of-pearl, over the Ruhr or the city of Frankfurt, it is as though there were no people, only the things they have made and in which they are hiding.
W. G. SebaldAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: deutsch
- Born: May 18, 1944
- Died: December 14, 2001