Perceval was the knight, who, in my early youth, rode in front of me sometimes
next to me. I wanted to see the world through his eyes. I wanted to be separate
from my environment, to travel the special path, where nobody ever went, as
he did. With arrogance of puberty I despised society, but I still wanted to
become a kind of knight. Like Perceval I was naive, I didn't know the heart
that beats under the iron skin.
And I would have liked to go back into the woods and wilderness of the beginning
to hide, when I and the whole world saw the crimes committed in my name and
the name of Perceval. But the woods were gone, cleared, the town devastated
and the dead never stood again.
Now I hated the young boy Perceval, he seemed a hypocrite to me. I wanted
to keep away from him, saw him go and jumped after him to call all the time:
"You have disappointed me! You betrayed me! In truth I have never been
like you.
I have been seduced by you into innocent participation in your crimes!"
Tankred Dorst
