My last visit with Friedrich Vogel: a personal remembrance.

摘要

It was an early summer day in Heidelberg with a magnificent blue sky, fresh forest air and brilliant light. From Friedrich Vogel's new apartment at the Augusti-num, one had a view onto the wide open plain of the Rhine valley. Almost immobile, deprived of his voice for nearly a year, Friedrich Vogel could only respond with minimal gestures and the flickering of his eyes. Nevertheless, he could clearly signal which topics he considered interesting and those no longer of relevance to him.