Finally, I’m in Luxembourg, the capital of Luxembourg. (In 1994 I visited Clervaux.)
In the novel (‘The Story of my Baldness’) I wrote under a pseudonym Luxembourg plays a small but very important role.
‘The trouble is those lovely girls from Luxembourg with whom he was to experience l’amour fou (Milena: “Andrea . . . Come look at this . . . ” Andrea: “You have the penis of a dwarf”). That messes him up a great deal. But who is “him”?’
If amour fou can be found in this century it’s going to be in Luxembourg. This belief comes close to a religious conviction.