The Diary of Aloisius Braendt

Antwerp, August 15, 2017 - The leather-bound script book is old, weathered, perhaps even blood-stained, and totally at odds with its surroundings. It looks as if it has traveled a long way through time and space, just to arrive at the right moment that cold, droopy-gray morning at the book market in Antwerp. Martin Kortenaer all of a sudden stands still in the miserable drizzle; his heart starts to race as his eyes remain fixated on such an archaic beauty. In all his years as a fervent book aficionado, with a special passion for history and all things historical, he has never seen anything like it; the script book has an aura of ancient, troubled times.