Dagmar sah auf dem kleinen Monitor im Backstage-Bereich des Aufnahmestudios, wie der Moderator in Siegerpose das Mikrophon in die Höhe reckte, während hinter ihm auf einer riesigen Videoleinwand ein schäumender und von bewaldeten Hängen gesäumter Wildwasserbach in den Fokus rückte.
I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colours, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.
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