Having a stroll is a specific European event. People are walking all over the world, but at our small dusty continent time has polished the art of strolling to a kind of perfection. In the European view is having a stroll an act of magic, connecting a sports achievement with prayer, the atmosphere of silence with the roar of long extinct animals and the exchange of reproaches with telling jokes. This book is about such a stroll. Emil Hakl portrays the meeting between a son and his father. He records their conversation that takes place during one afternoon and evening.