Vulture book excerpt: Werner Herzog's On Walking in Ice
Saturday 23 November 1974
Right after ﬁve hundred meters or so I made my ﬁrst stop, near the Pasinger Hospital, from where I wanted to turn west. With my compass I gauged the direction of Paris; now I know it. Achternbusch had jumped from the moving VW van without getting hurt, then right away he tried again and broke his leg; now he’s lying in Ward 5.
The River Lech, I said to him, that will be the problem, with so few bridges crossing it. Would the villagers row me across in a skiﬀ ? Herbert will tell my fortune, from cards as tiny as a thumbnail, in two rows of ﬁve, but he doesn’t know how to read them because he can’t ﬁnd the paper with the inter- pretations. There is the Devil, with the Hangman in the second row, hanging upside down.