"... I stretched as much as possible, with the head at the nape, I turned my gaze toward the zenith, I let it down from heaven,gliding slowly and after that, on the water,I retired my look from the horizon to the narrow beach which was about twenty meters below me. While I was dominating the dizziness rising inside me exhaling slowly and stepping back, I seemed to have seen in the shoreline that moved somewhat of a strange color. I squatted down and looked over the edge down, prey to sudden panic. I thought it was a couple of people lying down there, on the bottom of the pit; a man, stretched over the body of another being, of that there was nothing visible but angled legs, turned outwards. And in the eternity of a split second, where I had spent this image, it seemd to me like a spasm had shaken the man's feet like those of a newborn hanged."
W. G. Sebald - The Rings of Saturn (1995) - Editorial Debate