Bis Es Passt

These narratives are of a surprising variety, their language changing with the half-true incidents and less likely absurdities she depicts. It ranges from the simple description of an afternoon with a child in the countryside and other atmospheric images to casual memories of the war; it aims at the grotesque during a literary holiday course in Tuscany, as well as at the fantastic when buying a seemingly fashionable jumper; it touches on the marvellous when strolling through Bern's alleyways and times alongside Albert Einstein, on the degenerate in the monologue of a political dogmatist bent on annihilation, on the supernatural of a strange funeral service, and on the fantastic in the life of the author.the supernatural of a strange funeral rite that is supposed to finally provide an acoustic link to the afterlife, it confronts the dreamlike attempt to cross guarded national borders without an identity card.
It confronts the dreamlike attempt to cross guarded national borders without a passport, and ends in the gentle conquest of the sky by clouds, fortunately for the narrator and thus not permanent.