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402 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 2011
“Go away princess. Leave your outlaw alone. You won't change him... go away, Anna, far away, and don't ever come back. The fairy tale doesn't have a happy ending.”
The ice in his eyes had changed; it seemed to have become darker, like the dark, clear ice on a frozen lake whose depth suddenly becomes visible when the wind brushes the snow from the surface. It was an endless depth, bottomless, and almost totally black. She didn’t know which thoughts and creatures were swimming down there. They scared her. It was as if she were watching Abel drown in the waters of himself. She shook her head, trying to rid it of these thoughts.
“Me, too,” he said. “But not of those guys. They’re dumb. They’re so dumb. They live out there, you know, where we live, too. Everyone there … well, almost everyone … is dumb. Ignorant. It’s not their fault. They inherit the ignorance of their parents and hand it onto their children like a tradition, like a craft. They drink in the ignorance with their powdered milk, with each bottle of beer, and in the end they make their coffins of ignorance.”
“And … you?”
“Me?” He understood and laughed. “I don’t know. I’m a slipup. A mistake. An accident. I guess Michelle managed to bed some intellectual. I’ve always been different. And maybe back then … when I was very small … maybe she was different, too. I don’t remember. Maybe she was a mother … before she gave up being anything at all.”
“But what does he want my heart for?" the little queen asked.
"He just wants to own it," replied the sea lion. "That is enough. He wants to look on its beauty and know that his hands alone can touch it.
"They stopped in front of the window; it was the window of a Chinese restaurant, and there was a red dragon painted on it. Next to that dragon Micha had written: “K IS EacH Oth ER.”
Abel looked at Anna. Anna looked at Abel.
“She is the little queen,” said Abel, “in our fairy tale, at least.”
“One must obey the queen,” said Anna."
"I'm not answering any questions," he said, smiling. "I'm not one of the answering people. I'm the storyteller."
It's late, Anna...they'll be waiting for you, at home...in that house where the air is always blue...they'll be worried.
"No, dijo la parte razonable de ella. Por supuesto que no. ¿No te acuerdas? Le has oído decir lo mismo a hombres acerca de las chicas, leído en los periódicos baratos, y siempre pensaste cuán estúpido y cuán equivocado: ella lo pidió, vistiendo esas cosas, bebiendo en exceso, coqueteando... ella lo pidió, ella lo quería."
“So-shell-a-sister-office,” she said. “Social assistance office—that’s it!” Micha exclaimed. “That’s where he came from.”
Everybody knew everything now. Or did everybody know nothing? Nobody knew anything … Nobody could know everything.
There are fewer answers in the world than questions, and if you ask me now why that is so, I must tell you that there is no answer to that question.
In a dream, in a fairy tale, nothing has to be explained, everything happens of its own accord.
Somebody was running toward him, somebody who had been waiting in the shadows. Somebody small in a worn, pink down jacket. They flew toward each other, the small and tall figures, with arms outstretched—their feet didn’t seem to touch the ground—they met in the middle. The tall figure lifted up the small one, spun her around through the winter air, once, twice, three times in a whirl of light, childish laughter.
…suddenly, Abel pulled her into the doorway beside the shop window,…His lips were as cold as snow, but beyond the lips lay the warmth of a fairy-tale sun.
The rainbows began to swirl into each other, as if they were threads themselves. They danced and spun around; they formed spirals and knots up there, in the clear, cold winter air…
There is blood everywhere… the tiles are cold and white as snow, and it is winter.
It will be winter forever.
...in summer, I want to swim with you, right here. We’ll lie in the water just like this, only the sky will be a different color then. And the water will be warm and blue, and the sailors will pass us on their way out to the island of Rügen.”
“And we’ll eat loads of ice cream,” Micha added.
“Definitely.” Abel rolled onto his stomach. “And then we’ll lounge around on the beach all lazy,
and we’ll build sandcastles …”
“With sea grass for decoration and pinecones for inhabitants,” Anna said.
“...we can do everything, Abel … get anywhere … together …”
He smiled. “Everything?” he said. “Together. With me? Anna Leemann, you don’t even know me.”
“Go away, princess. Leave your outlaw alone. You won’t … you won’t change him.”
“So let’s not forgive,” she whispered. “Nor forget. The night will remain there. Behind us.”
“But still you’re here.”
“But still I’m here.”
‘If we lose each other? Where will we find each other again?’
“‘We’ll meet wherever spring is,’
In love, there is no criticism. In love, there is no rationality.
“The wolf didn’t reply. ‘You’re shivering,’ he said. ‘Do you believe that you could spin a thread of my blood? To make clothes from?’”
”There is a reason for what happened. I can’t be forgiven so I am not asking you for forgiveness. We lost each other, and we will never find each other again.”