Werner Herzog’s journal from his three week walking journey from Munich to Paris in Nov/Dec 1974. Originally published in 1978, new translation out recently. I’m a sucker for anything published about what was going on when I was born, thus fell for this doozy. Herzog walks from Munich to Paris (mostly walking, some cars give him a ride) to prevent the death of Lotte Eisner, great film giant. Of course this is futile, but more power to him for the gesture. Fog and snow and unmarked trails but he prevails. Only interesting due to the fact that he describes the day I was born. Truth itself wanders through the forest.