In a mental institution, a child ran along corridors and staircases, brushing past iron bars and balustrades. The building swallowed the sounds it made, just as it muffled the screams of the demented and the creaking of the ancient linoleum. Some places should be avoided by the child. Later, as a grown-up, she will be back in a clinic; this time as a patient, a cancer patient. She watches as the hearses pull up. "It is urgent that you leave the premises again", says the porter. He will deal with the issue of bicycles later.
Esther Dischereit's story describes the world of mental institutions; following the Nazi years; to be feared. And also to be feared was probably the radio thief, who had to watch over the child in the mental home. Even though the child loved this child-man. Years later, the woman knows all about it.

Translated by: Iain Galbraith