At the entrance of Rossstrasse to Berlin, not far from the Cologne Town Hall, in a narrow, busy and noisy part of town, where trade and retail reside in low-end shops, lies a dark house, which in the second half of the last century was one of the stately The neighborhood may belong. At that time lived a citizen and craftsman in this house; that was Master Johann Ludwig Tieck, the Seiler. It was a simple but also fresh and strong man, who used to walk his way with straight vision and bright eyes. A life full of work and experience had been his school, and had trained in him that honorary, old-bourgeois ability and ability, which hits the nail without much words, and not infrequently in the times of Frederick the Great among the comrades of the small craft was. His father, too, might have been a craftsman. The family memory did not keep it from where it came from, but at times one did not boast of unsightly kinship, to which one even wanted to count a general.