Herisau, December 25, 1956. During his usual walk, Robert Walser has a heart attack and dies. Then his body is found lying in the snow. The author of The walk and the fabulous micrograms, was a master of the leak and stop being yourself, the proof is the existence one of his best students: Kafka.
Walser's walks always go nowhere, or, thanks to the intention of not having a destination, the trips can lead anywhere, anything. The smallest detail is what gives meaning to their rides: foot on a path of snow or walking the tiny pen paper space. Walser should be read as he wrote, the micrograms, for example: without a purpose, and the finding will always be much deeper and probably also happy.