Barely past thirty, he suffers a mild heart attack, which gives him the scare of his life.
He decides to turn his life around and write the great novel that he always felt inside him.
He packs a little bundle, puts on his feathered hat and ventures into the woods of Brandenburg.
He tries several classic home remedies: a good bottle of Whiskey and a cigar, Kneipp style water treading in an ice-cold creek and balancing an egg on his head while standing on a steep ladder — unfortunately, all to no avail.
Passing his Ivory Tower for one last time, the country girl walks out of the woodwork and hops on his bike.