"My life is a beautiful fairy tale, as rich as it is happy. If, when I was a boy, poor and alone, I had gone out into the world, a powerful fairy had met me and asked: "Choose your career and your goal, and then I will protect and guide you according to your spiritual development, and as it must be according to reason in this world! - My destiny could not have been guided more happily and better. My life story will tell the world what it tells me: there is a loving God who makes everything work for the best."
This is how the fifty-year-old Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875) summed up his life in his autobiography "The Fairy Tale of My Life" (1855). But let's start at the beginning of his story - or better: his very personal fairy tale.
"I never dreamed I'd be this lucky when I was the ugly duckling!"
Once upon a time, the son of a penniless shoemaker and an alcoholic washerwoman saw the light of day on 2 April 1805 in the small town of Odense on the Danish island of Funen. But until he moved out to delight people with his stories, it was still a long, rocky road – and at first a lonely one.