When the philosopher Martin Heidegger died in 1976, my grandfather Josef Nachtnebel acquired one of Heidegger's leather pants from his estate, which had not yet been released. These are now in my possession. Also good. Years ago, I used to put on these pants and photograph my children and myself in them. Today I no longer do that. I found a replacement 25 years ago in the form of a short pig leather pants. During my last stay in France, at a very specific place that was familiar to me from a previous stay in the area, I began to think myself into the philosopher Heidegger and then to walk out of this situation as Martin Heidegger.
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