An estate agent from Sylt recounts stories from the most beautiful island in the world.
The reason Sylt is so popular among celebrities and millionaires: people tend to keep themselves to themselves. For your average citizen, it is just as impossible to get a table at restaurant Sansibar as to gain entry into exclusive private homes, which makes the often weird and wonderful stories that estate agent Eric Weißmann experiences all the more exciting. In his book, he tells of the typical craziness of his daily work life among Rolex watches, thatched roofs, beach chairs and champagne. From unfulfilled desires and erotic antics to bitter inheritance disputes, he has plenty to tell. It feels like a very amusing walk along Germany’s favourite beach.
A persistent ringing penetrated my sleep. As I groggily felt for my mobile phone, I saw the alarm clock. 2.30 in the morning. All at once, I was wide awake. What had happened? An accident? A fatal accident?
“Eric Weißmann,” I answered the phone anxiously.
“Hello, Mr. Weißmann” a cheerful man’s voice echoed down the line. “I want to buy the house!”
“Obligatory reading for all island fans!” Karla Paul, culture journalist
