He bends over the railing at Steinebach, where the road to Zanzenberg branches off. He doesn’t see me coming, so I watch him silently for a few moments. A tall old man surrounded by a strange loneliness. He seems pensive and he’s dressed up for the interview. Black shirt and fancy glasses. A colorful counterpoint, almost like a statement, which he opposes to the dark clouds that have figuratively descended over his entire artistic biography. Ulrich Gabriel, who helped shape this country’s cultural thinking that went against the grain for more than fifty years, is an outlaw.
Schneider series – The alien from Zanzenberg
