When I die, the world is in my room.

In November 1966, a day before his 72. birthday, composer, translator and wanderer Juergen von der Wense died in Goettingen, Germany, in an attic filled with 10.000 pages of writings on science, poetry, philosophy and music.Few splinters from it ever reached the public.He lived for his work, always alone, with no academic or artistic consolations, in poverty supported by a few friends and