The urbanization of the intellectual province has a long tradition in German intellectual history.

The mockery of Heidegger's Black Forest hut ranged from Theodor W. Adorno to Thomas Bernhard, but did not change the fact that the Todtnauberg became the Valhalla of philosophers and writers even after the Second World War.

"Hope for a coming word in the heart," wrote the poet Paul Celan in the guest book there, and was disappointed.

Heidegger never uttered a word of remorse about his involvement with the Nazis.

He shares his stubbornness with Carl Schmitt, the "Crown Lawyer of the Third Reich", who retired to his hometown of Plettenberg after the World War.

Around 1960, the name “San Casciano” for the small town in Sauerland appeared in the letterhead of his numerous correspondence, an allusion to Niccolò Macchiavelli’s late place of exile, who revolutionized political thinking from there.

As is well known, Schmitt's spiritual revolution was of a different kind. It led from the Christian revelation, which divided the world into friends and enemies, to redemption, which was repeatedly postponed.

Schmitt spent many bitter days in Plettenberg.

The early Federal Republic was silent about him, for the sixty-eight he was the maximum opponent.

As the discoverer of enmity in the world, he complains in his thought diary, he now has every chance

It turned out differently.

Plettenberg became a place of pilgrimage for an intellectual elite that was driven by that longing for the enigmatic, dark and mysterious that was not served by the young Federal Republic, as the Schmitt expert Timo Frasch writes in his master's thesis.

The talk of the "Plettenberg system" arose as the consciously chosen reduit from which Schmitt exercised his growing intellectual influence.

The unadorned bungalow, in which Schmitt received his guests since 1970, has none of the arcane aura.

He exudes that functionalist conservativeness that the modernist critic Schmitt must have hated.

One can wonder whether it was lack of money or camouflage that drove Schmitt to buy the property, and one could even call it logical that it is now being offered for sale on Immoscout for a mere 240,000 euros.

Three rooms on 122 square meters, it couldn't be more prosaic, and if you don't know, you won't even find out on the platform who once lived here.

An author's impact is measured in books, not real estate;

nevertheless, it is an intellectual historical place that is for sale here.

Perhaps the Carl Schmitt Society, which maintains the lawyer's legacy, will take notice of the ad.