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Willi Winkler
The man came in, as Peter Handke later said, turned on the tap without a word, held his head under it and began to wash his hair. The man was not a clochard, but a man of the world and a privateer to boot: Georg Stefan Troller. With this demeanor, he didn’t fit in at all with WDR, where, as Handke observed in 1970, “subordinate rooms about superiors” could be read in “subordinate rooms”. Troller must have just returned from Ethiopia at the time, where he was looking for traces of the poet Arthur Rimbaud, who left poetry at the age of twenty and preferred to go to Africa as an arms dealer.