The swell had completely died down. The sun burned down on the motionless sea. A light haze lay over the horizon. The inflatable boat drifted almost imperceptibly. The one-armed man incessantly watched the horizon. The other was asleep. There was nothing in sight. Thus begins one of the most impressive books about war and its ultimate consequence: dying in great solitude. A German U-boat sailor and an American pilot drift in an inflatable boat in the Atlantic; the American - severely wounded - dies on the third day, while the German is dying of thirst: "The sea appears unmoved and indifferent, to those who drift upon it." Without sentimentality or pathos, Jens Rehn describes people in the most extreme situation: at the mercy of death, without any hope, nothing in sight. "Nothing in Sight," highly praised by critics and translated into many languages, is being released on this occasion.