Since December '09, until I have had time to listen to the CDs
"Atemschaukel", read some interviews and her
Nobelprizespeech, Herta Müller is on my mind.
Suddenly I would like to have a look at her home in Berlin,
to see her wordselection and her created poetcards - but even when
imagine the scene, the silence, the floorboard creaking,
I'm sure I should travel as a dusty raisin or fly.
I bought some handkerchiefs, 50 x 50 cm, gray, five pieces.
They should be printed with "Herta-myth".