There are some writers whom you can just trust to deliver great stories, either in a size of a brick-heavy-book or a small choco truffel. Patrick Sueskind is one of them and he has yet to dissapoint me. In this seemingly without plot book he managed to give me a writing so entertaining it also reminded me how playfull and acrobatic German language can be. He also succeed in such a limited pages to tell a story of a man driven to always to walk, a boy with affinity to flying and tree climbing, and how the world arranges things just so for them to influence each other. There's no mystery revealed, no great occurences, just a wonderful pure piece of living.