How about a kiss, Saumensch?

Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold.

Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.