"It has now been more years than my befuddled mind can recall that I lost the only other familymember I know of. My father's younger brother was found dead at a travelling carnival and I've been alone ever since. With the drink fuelling my days, my recollection of days past wavers ever more. Memories of how I got here elude me, but I call it 'home'. My tongue, anaesthetised by the sting of bottled spirits, cannot remember the last time it tasted solid food. It matters not, for my belly is warmed by the ether of merriment.

My nights are haunted by mares of seafarers and mermaids, cannons that shoot lightning and being chased by a beast covered in human mammary glands. A refreshing bedside booze soon clears my mind of these phantasms and, as by miracle, recounts meeting a most pleasant figure. He dresses like the dullards in town, but is obviously educated in the arts of chivalry, as he recognised my noble stature and immediately offered to chronicle my farings by means of his black box. His efforts might not prove lucrative, but he seems not to care. I find his tenacity and his positive, outgoing personality to be a refreshing experience in stark contrast to the sullen folk whom often gather around my home to loudly protest my presence."

Meet Wolfram von Eschenbach, last living descendant of his namesake, the 13th Century knight-poet Wolfram von Eschenbach, who fought alongside count Herman von Thüringen in the third Crusades. This is the story of a knight forsaken, misplaced in time and space. I took it upon myself to document Wolfram’s ongoing struggle to be accepted by society. His wayward reluctance to adapt leaves him feeling unwanted and insecure. Like any modern day knight he longs for a life of normality, fitting in and maybe, to find love. Over the next years, I will attempt to unveil the man behind the armour. To show everyone there ís a place for Urban Knights in our society.

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