»From the asylum, the path leads him trough a dim underpass to the train station, where he so often waited for his friend. ... Now he is drawn up to the Rosenberg, where a ruin stands. ... Herisau now lies under him. Factories, houses, churches, the train station. He climbs the Schochenberg between beeches and firs. ... Up out of the Rosenwald to Wachtenegg, the western tip of the Rosenberg; from there he wants to cross a small hollow to the hill on far side.« (Walk on Christmas 1956, p. 137)