Translated from the German by Gitta Honegger
What’s that, racing through space, it couldn’t be me! Let’s take a look, the tide ripples below, there are mountains too, yes, everything below me, it is me, I am it! Busy old fool, unruly Sun. The journey is laid out for me, although the route is not my doing. I am a fixed star, is something finally moving down there? Earth: Movement! I work my way through thuds of thunder, throwing flames. Every flamethrower looks old next to me. I am the mother, from whose hands whole countries receive death. It is the mother’s mission, that she must kill and gets killed by her daughter who incites someone else to the murder, because she is not up to it. She doubts herself. And the next one standing in a stupid line no longer trusts herself, thus goes the chain of power. It...