Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Best Books of 2014 I End of Year Book Survey

reading time: ca. 6 min

http://be-alice.blogspot.com/2014/12/best-books-of-2014-i-end-of-year-book.html



Having read a crazy amount of books over the last months, i've decided to join Jamie from The Perpetual Pageturner in her End of Year Book survey from last year. I thought this was a wonderful year to document and review what i have read over the past 12 months. This year i have read a total of 47 books. Not bad, eh? So let's get this party started! 

Note: The survey is for books you read throughout the year, no matter when they were published, and is not limited to just books that came out in 2014!

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Day Zero Project: update 13

Live life. Make mistakes. Enjoy everything.

The Day Zero Project.

101 tasks in 1001 days.

Update 13


Starts: June 19, 2013

Ends: March 16, 2016


Tasks achieved so far: 42/101


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Banana Oatmeal Cookies (chocolate chip)

reading time: ca. 1 min




Preparation time: 20 mins
Main ingredients: banana, oats
difficulty level: easy peasy
makes: 15-20 cookies
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, low-sodium, and delicious "even so"

In the spirit of (lazy) Christmas i also made a quick batch of Banana Oatmeal Cookies which are made of - guess what - banana and oatmeal. THAT'S IT! (well, and a little bit of chocolate because let's face it, chocolate is a must around Christmas time!)

Fudgy Chocolate Brownies (vegan & gluten-free)

reading time: ca. 1 min




Brownies made with KIDNEY BEANS? It's a Christmas miracle!

Now, all jokes aside. I am not kidding when I tell you that it is not only possible, but also quite delicious

They are fudgy, chocolaty, healthy and quite filling. See for yourselves!

Christmas Craziness + Resolutions

reading time: ca. 1 min





Hey, it's me. With reindeer glasses. And antlers. And a little reindeer buddy.

I don't believe in New Years resolutions that barely last till the end of January, so i'll do my some of my resolutions right now, right here.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Carrot Cake Rice Pudding with Caramelized Pear (vegan)

reading time: ca. 2 min




Preparation time: 60 mins
Main ingredients: rice, non-dairy milk, carrots
difficulty level: easy
serves: 1-2
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, and delicious "even so"

Another rice recipe... are you surprised? 

Probably not.

While the weather outside is cold and grey and inhospitable, my breakfast needs to be warm and comforting today! Which is why i had a super satisfying bowl (or rather: baking dish) of baked Carrot Cake rice pudding topped with a caramelized pear, raisins, cinnamon, shredded coconut, honey and a handful of crushed walnuts for breakfast. 

It takes a bit longer than my usual breakfast, but it's definitely worth the effort!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Vegan Baked Apples

reading time: ca. 1 min




Preparation time: 30 mins
Main ingredients: apples, almonds, dates
difficulty level: easy
serves: 3-6
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, paleo, and delicious "even so"

Why have i never thought of making roast apples before? This is such a Christmas classic, i can't believe i've been missing out on it. Anyway, we made some last week, so i'll share our recipe :)

You could probably omit the vanilla custard (and maybe substitute with vanilla soy yoghurt or raw vegan vanilla bean cream), and even omit the marzipan, but this time we went for the more traditional ingredients. 

It's not super duper healthy, but if you skip the custard and the marzipan, this is the perfect sugar-free but sweet and satisfying snack!


Sunday, December 14, 2014

Spiced Gingerbread Ice Cream (raw, vegan)

reading time: ca. 2 min




Preparation time: 10 mins + 3 hours freezing time
Main ingredients: banana, persimmon, apple, oats
difficulty level: easy
serves: 1
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, raw food, and delicious "even so"

Happy Sunday and third Advent everybody! 

Today i want to introduce you to my favourite winter ice cream so far (because there is no good reason NOT to eat ice cream in winter). 

Friday, December 12, 2014

Apple Nut Muesli with Chocolate Mylk

reading time: ca. 1 min




Preparation time: 10 mins
Main ingredients: bananas, apple, oats, cacao
difficulty level: easy
serves: 1-2
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, and delicious "even so"

Good morning, beautiful!

Today i'd like to share one of my absolute favourite breakfast creations with you - that i came up with spontaneously a while ago! This is extremely delicious and satisfying, perfect to fuel you for doing homework or working out afterwards!

Oh, and i snuck in a bag of green tea (that i just ripped open) for antioxidants. You wouldn't even have guessed there's something green in there, would you? :)

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

December Essentials /14

reading time: ca. 1 min


Maybe you remember me saying in my November Essentials that October/November was quite a tough, confusing time for me. Well, turns out November/December isn't any better. Actually it has been even more confusing, if that's even possible. Things just happen sometimes, i guess. But then again, i really need to get my shit together and take responsibility. So here's what's been going on over the past weeks: I have been partying too much, drinking too much, sleeping way too little, eating crap, and basically treating myself like shit. Sorry, but it's true. I was kind of a mess, a mixed signal, and i did some things i wouldn't usually have done under normal circumstances. I don't regret anything though because i feel like all of these things were necessary at the time. Anyway, i am sorting things out now. I want to do more Yoga again, sleep more (!!), eat healthier again, stop wasting money, stop wasting myself.

Alright. Diary emotion rant over.

Now onto Christmas jumpers. And Smoothie bowls!

Christmas Jumper





Sunday, December 07, 2014

Warming Winter Chocolate Smoothie Bowl (vegan)

reading time: ca. 1 min




Preparation time: 5 mins
Main ingredients: bananas, chocolate, orange, oats
difficulty level: easy
serves: 1-2
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, raw food, and delicious "even so"

For me, this is the perfect breakfast option for winter because it is not only warming and filling due to the bananas and oats, but also contains a lot of vitamins thanks to the orange juice as well as the Romaine lettuce and the green tea i snuck into the smoothie! 

And the best thing is: you can't even tell by the taste that there's lots of green healthy stuff in this baby! :)

Friday, December 05, 2014

More Sushi + Hummus {vegan}

reading time: ca. 2 min





Preparation time: 20 min + 25 min cooking time
Main ingredients: seaweed, rice, avocado, papaya
difficulty level: moderate
makes: 8 sushi rolls
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, low fat, and delicious "even so"

Following my recipe on Raw + cooked Sushi with raw-vegan Carrot Hummus from last year and my recent Yellow Sushi recipe with turmeric rice, me and my flatmates made a huge amount of vegan and non-vegan Sushi last weekend in celebration of 1st Advent, so i needed to share this. 

Our Sunday Sushi Making included an inside-out roll and a batch of yummy vegan Hummus!

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

Maisy ❤ November 2014

reading time: ca. 2 min

This time we're gonna change things up a bit because due to all my university homework i have not had any time to read any novels. The only thing i read was lots and lots and lots of subject literature on transnationality, intertextuality, hybridity, subalternity, clash of civilizations... stuff like that ;) So instead of a book and a movie, i will talk about two movies that i went to see this month! I'm sure you have heard of them because there might have been a slight hype about them in the media. Let's see if they're really that good! 

Watched: Interstellar (2014)

source: imdb

The Plot:
In the near future, Earth has been devastated by drought and famine, causing a scarcity in food (the soil is no longer able to sustain crops other than corn) and extreme changes in climate (mostly sandstorms). Humanity is facing extinction, when a wormhole in the space-time continuum is discovered that might provide the last change for mankind to survive. By leaving Earth. A group of explorers must travel beyond our solar system in search of a planet that can sustain life. The ex-NASA test pilot and now pilot of the "Endurance", Coop, must leave his family behind and join the crew to embark on an interstellar voyage into the unknown. In search for no less than the future of the human race.

The Acting:
First off, I am so glad that Matthew McConaughey played the main character of Cooper, instead of the typical shiny heroes like Brad Pitt or - God forbid - Tom Cruise. Also, I am not a fan of Anne Hathaway (sorry Anne), but she actually didn't bother me for once. Except for one or two tiny scenes where she was a little too dramatic and emotional for my taste, but I'm being a little nitpicky here, i suppose. The performance of Jessica Chastain and Mackenzie Foy as Coop's daughter Murphy (named after Murphy's Law) was on point. I have to say, even Matt Damon's little role left a great impression on me - not only because i wasn't aware of the fact that Damon was part of this epic movie, but mostly because of the depth of human psyche are displayed in his relationship to the main character Cooper. The key scene between those two is one of my favourite scenes throughout the entire movie. You'll know which one, if you've seen it.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Pumpkin Pie Pancakes with Chocolate Ganache {vegan & gluten-free}

reading time: ca. 2 min




Preparation time: 20 mins
Main ingredients: buckwheat, pumpkin, non-dairy milk
difficulty level: easy-medium
serves: 2-3
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, and delicious "even so"

Pumpkin Pie Pancakes, Pears and a sweet chocolate ganache - does anything scream "Happy Sunday" any louder than this? 

Yeah. 

Didn't think so.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Thank you.

reading time: ca. 1 min


What are you thankful for? We don't celebrate thanksgivings in my country but tonight i'd like to take the opportunity to think about what i'm grateful for. 

❤️ my flatmates. I honestly don't know where i would be without them. Not in a good place, for sure. 

❤️ my health. One year ago i wouldn't even have been able to do and eat all these wonderful things. I'm glad things changed. 

❤️ my body. Not because my body is perfect, not at all, but because even though it had to undergo so much sickness and such hard treatment, it never stopped working and is still safe and sound and energetic! 

❤️ my friends & family. Last but not least. I am so grateful for all the support and love i get from them, thank you so much for that.

Thank you.


BTW: these are gluten-free, dairy-free cinnamon almond cookies that me and my friends made last night :)




Maisy



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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Oven Baked Carrot Fries

reading time: ca. 1 min




Preparation time: 30 mins
Main ingredients: carrots, oil, salt
difficulty level: easy
serves: 1-2
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, paleo, and delicious "even so"

Okay so i had a bag of carrots and didn't know what to do with them. So i thought i'd make them into a nice batch of "french fries", googled a recipe for that, and made them accordingly.

To be honest, i expected a little bit more, but maybe i should've used more oil and/or more salt, or maybe the carrots weren't fresh enough. Don't get me wrong: they were still a great snack for in-between, so i want to share the recipe either way :) 

Though i would advise you to eat them with something salty and flavourful, like guacamole or hummus or carrot hummus or garlic aioli or crunchy peanut butter...


Sunday, November 23, 2014

How to be a Better Writer

reading time: ca. 3 min

As you might have guessed from the short stories i wrote this year, I am a writer. * Not only because I write on a regular basis, but also because I worked at a editorial office for a couple of months and most of all because I studied Creative Writing & Cultural Journalism for three years, which has taught me a lot more than I realized at that time.

* Just to clarify: English is not my native language, so don't judge my writing skills by this article :)

With that particular academic background I will provide you with the basic guidelines to improve your writing. I will cover all three phases of working on a text - from grouping your ideas using certain criteria and outlining the skeleton or framework of your text via "just" putting one word in front of another until you're done through to double-checking your work. I will also share some tips that may help you with your creative, non-academic work such as that short story or novel you are struggling to write. Every writer can get better, and no writer is perfect. So here are some tips that helped me improve!

source: omghow


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Yellow Sushi (with Turmeric Rice)

reading time: ca. 1 min




Preparation time: 20 mins
Main ingredients: rice, nori, turmeric
difficulty level: easy-medium
serves: 1-2
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, and delicious "even so"

Oh my god, i think i love the taste of turmeric in rice. This cute creation was whipped up when i came home last week, starving, and simply threw the rest of my short-grain rice into a pot, cooked it in soy milk, water and turmeric, and wrapped it into a nori sheet. Sushi = done!

So i guess this is the marriage of my very first Sushi from last year and the Turmeric Rice Veggie Stir-Fry that i made a few weeks back. Double yum :) And it's extremely easy. Here's the drill:


Sunday, November 16, 2014

Matcha Pancakes {vegan & gluten-free}

reading time: ca. 1 min

// updated this recipe for you guys! re-created the pancakes using my new favourite pancake recipe, and took new photos because i wasn't happy with the old ones //




Preparation time: 20 mins
Main ingredients: oats, non-dairy milk, matcha
difficulty level: easy
serves: 2-3
suitable for: vegan, lactose-free, gluten-free, nut-free, and delicious "even so"

Guess what i've been making? Of course, pancakes!

Egg-less, wheat-less, milk-less pancakes, to be exact. Made of nothing but oats, soy milk, matcha powder ("what the heck is matcha?"), cinnamon and banana. And more banana and peanut butter and homemade pear purée on top :) 

Yeah... that's what my Sundays mostly look like. (Perfect pick-me-up after a long weekend of partying!)

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

November Essentials /14

reading time: ca. 1 min

You can never regret anything you do in life. You kind of have to learn the lesson from whatever the experience is and take it with you on your journey forward. 
Aubrey O'Day

Off With Her Hair!




Happy Hairloween... haha. Gettit? 'Cause of the hair. Yeah... you can tell that i did this on Halloween. Kind of a crazy cloak-and-dagger operation - except that my dagger was a pair of scissors to chop off a good 6 - 7 inches of hair. Not exactly what i had intended (i was rather aiming for something like this), but somehow i ended up chopping my hair quite a bit. 

Whoops. 

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Tiny Tales of Love (Pt. 2)





She blinked at the sky. Clear and blue. »What do you reckon«, she said after a while of silence. She was wearing her polka-dot dress, the one he liked so much on her. »Where do we go when we die?« 
He blinked lazily against the sun. »I have no clue,« he said. »Never really thought about it.«   
»For real?« She turned over onto her belly to look at him. »I have.«
»So?« 
»I don't know,« she said slowly. They lay on the back among the sweet-smelling green trees, and the wind blew his hair. Black as moleskin. She reckoned it would feel soft between her fingers like thick spring grass. »If you die peacefully, simply fall asleep, then maybe it's just like morning mist slowly dissolving in the sunlight.« 
She shaded her eyes with her hand, as a jet crossed the blue surface of the sky above and trailed a white line behind. Like a chalk line that a child had drawn on the sidewalk. »But what if,« she went on, »what if you get torn out of life, bam, just like that, in a car accident or something. Like the parents of this one boy from America.«
»I don't know,« he said. »Why are we talking about death?« 
She propped herself up on one arm, examined his eyes that capture the leaf-patterned light like the surface of a forest lake. »You must have some idea of it though,« she said. 
»I don't.«
She didn't let up. »You know, like being stuck in an intermediate state or like in this one movie with Patrick Swayze. Have you really never thought about it?«  
He didn't answer. He closed his eyes, and she looked at his eyelids that delicately twitched with each breath. »Sometimes I wish my parents were dead, too,« he said finally.
»You can't say something like that.« 
»It's true though.« 
He broke off.  
Then he said: »Who says we ever get anywhere.« He kept his eyes closed. »Maybe that's just it. No Afterlife, no Stuck-Inbetween. Just nothing.« 
She looked at him for a long time. His eyelids twitched slightly, and the summer leaves cast pale shadows on his face that moved with the wind. Then she lay down on her back again. 
 »Yeah. Maybe,« she said. 

A long summer has passed, his last sweet breath rises from the fallen leaves covering the ground underneath the trees, soft and warm. The birds are gathering. In concentric circles they rave above the trees, above the withered fields and the houses of the city, gray like the pigeons that scurry along the roadside and hunt for crumbs between cobblestones. They will stay. Unlike the murder of crows, that are meeting in the air like a clenched fist and drift apart again. Nowhere at home, always on the journey, always in between. 
She shoves her hands into her pockets, cold and hard, where the frost bites her fingers. There it is again, his face, again and again his face. All of a sudden it appeared before her, like a shimmer, like a puddle on the road that flashes in the sunlight. 
How back then they had lain side by side on the meadow. How she rolled over onto her belly and looked at him. »We are quite different, you and me, aren't we?« She said. 
His hair, like moleskin. He said: »You mean because of dying and all that?«  
»Well, just in general,« she said lightly. Picked a little blossom off the grass and twisted it pondering between her fingers. »And yet we are both unhappy, aren't we.« 
Later on they went to the lake. The dark water swashed silently against the bank border. Night had fallen, fog came creeping across the lake, and she was now wearing his sweater that reached down to her knees. 
»Is it true what they say?« She said. She said it quietly, as if every word was made of glass. »Is it true that you will die soon?«
She saw the truth in his eyes, she almost regretted her words, but at the same time was craving for the answer he would give her. 
He turned away. »Why do you say that?« he said. She could only see his shoulders now and the silhouette of his hair against the blind black sky.  
»I like you a lot, you know?« she said. He didn't answer. 
His breath formed a faint mist in the air. Above them shone the stars, a pale glint amidst darkness. He tilted back his head, and she reached for his hand. »Can you see, the Ursa Major,« he said. 
She leaned against his shoulder. »Yes,« she said, even though she couldn't spot a thing. 
»I'm serious,« he insisted. »I want you to see the stars.« He looked at her.  
»I see the stars,« she said. Quietly. Words of glass. 
She leaned forward. His gaze was on her lips. Breath came out of his mouth like silver dust. 
»Close your eyes,« she said. Just a whisper, a breeze. She could feel his breath pushing against her lips, so close she was to him. It was a cool, breathless kiss, and as she pulled away and looked at him, she could see the silver in his eyes. She squeezed his hand, and as she smiled she felt the tears on her cheeks. 

Now she digs her hands deep into her coat pockets. Brown leaves are crunching underneath her feet, no brightly colored leaves, only clutched fists of crumbly dryness. Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die, she thinks. As if. The air that passes through her mouth is cold, and she presses her lips against her scarf.  
»Sometimes things just die, without explanation. Remember the boy from America?« That's what he said. And smiled a sad smile, just as if the saddest moments were the most beautiful. 
His name engraved in capital letters, the first traces of moss have settled in the corners. The birds are gathering in the trees, soon they will leave their old home behind and slip into their new one. She blinks, as a bitter wind cuts her face. Autumn smells like change. She kicks at one of the chestnuts that rustles away through the foliage, and leaves the cemetery.

//


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Sie blinzelte in den Himmel. Wolkenlos und blau. »Was glaubst du«, sagte sie irgendwann in die Stille hinein. Sie trug ihr gepunktetes Kleid, das er so gerne an ihr sah. »Wo kommen wir hin, wenn wir sterben?« 
Er blinzelte träge gegen die Sonne. »Ich weiß nicht«, sagte er. »Da habe ich noch nie drüber nachgedacht.« 
»Wirklich nicht?« Sie drehte sich, sodass sie auf dem Bauch lag und ihn ansehen konnte. »Ich schon.« 
»Und?« 
»Ich weiß nicht«, sagte sie langsam. Sie lagen wieder unter den süß duftenden, grünen Bäumen und der Wind strich ihm durch das Haar. Schwarz wie Maulwurfsfell. Sie stellte sich vor, dass es sich weich unter ihren Fingern anfühlen würde, wie dichtes Frühlingsgras. »Wenn man friedlich stirbt, einfach einschläft, dann ist es vielleicht wie Morgendunst, der sich langsam im Sonnenlicht auflöst.« 
Sie beschattete die Augen mit der Hand, als ein Düsenjet die blaue Fläche des Himmels über ihr durchkreuzte und eine weiße Linie hinter sich herzog. Wie ein Kreidestrich, den ein Kind auf den Bürgersteig malt. »Aber was ist«, fuhr sie fort, »wenn man rausgerissen wird aus dem Leben, zack, mit einem Ruck, bei einem Autounfall zum Beispiel. Wie die Eltern von diesem Jungen aus Amerika.«
»Ich weiß nicht«, sagte er. »Warum reden wir über den Tod?«
Sie stützte sich auf einen Arm, musterte seine Augen, in denen sich das blättergefächerte Licht fing wie auf der Oberfläche eines Waldsees. »Du musst doch irgendeine Vorstellung haben«, sagte sie.
»Hab ich aber nicht.«
Sie ließ nicht locker. »Dass man in einem Zwischenzustand feststeckt oder so, wie in diesem einen Film mit Patrick Swayze. Hast du dir echt noch nie darüber Gedanken gemacht?«
Darauf sagte er nichts. Er schloss die Augen, und sie betrachtete seine Augenlider, die bei jedem Atemzug zart zuckten. »Manchmal wünsche ich mir, meine Eltern wären auch tot«, sagte er schließlich.
»Das darfst du nicht sagen.«
»Ich denke es aber manchmal.«
Er verstummte.
»Wer sagt, dass wir überhaupt irgendwo hinkommen«, sagte er dann, die Augen hielt er immer noch geschlossen. »Vielleicht ist es auch einfach zu Ende. Kein Danach, kein Dazwischen. Einfach nichts mehr.«
Sie sah ihn lange an. Seine Augenlider zuckten leicht, und die Sommerblätter zeichneten blasse Schatten auf sein Gesicht, die sich mit dem Wind bewegten. Dann legte sie sich wieder auf den Rücken. »Ja. Vielleicht«, sagte sie.

Ein langer Sommer ist vorbei, sein letzter süßer Atemhauch steigt aus den gefallenen Blättern, die den Boden unter den Bäumen weich und warm bedecken. Die Vögel sammeln sich. In konzentrischen Kreisen schwärmen sie über den Bäumen, den trockengrasigen Feldern, den Häusern der Stadt, grau wie die Tauben, die am Straßenrand entlang staksen und zwischen Kopfsteinen nach Brotkrumen suchen. Sie werden bleiben. Anders als die Schwärme von Krähen, schwarz und dicht, die sich in der Luft zusammenfinden wie eine geballte Faust und wieder auseinanderdriften. Nirgends zuhause, immer auf der Reise, auf Zwischenhalt.
Sie schiebt die Hände in die Taschen, kalt und hart, wo der Frost ihr in die Finger beißt. Da ist es schon wieder, sein Gesicht, immer wieder sein Gesicht. Ganz plötzlich taucht es vor ihr auf, wie ein Schimmern, wie eine Pfütze auf der Straße, die im Sonnenlicht aufblitzt.
Wie sie damals auf der Wiese gelegen hatten. Wie sie sich auf den Bauch rollte und ihn ansah. »Wir sind ganz schon gegensätzlich, was?«, hatte sie gesagt.
Seine Haare, wie Maulwurfsfell. Er sagte: »Du meinst, wegen der Sache mit dem Sterben?«
»Na, so allgemein«, hatte sie leichthin gesagt. Eine kleine Blüte aus dem Gras gezupft und sie nachdenklich zwischen den Fingern gedreht. »Und trotzdem sind wir beide unglücklich.«
Später waren sie zum See gegangen. Das dunkle Wasser leckte lautlos am Uferrand. Nacht war es geworden, Nebel tastete sich über den See, und sie trug jetzt seinen Pullover, der ihr bis zu den Knien ging.
»Stimmt es, was die anderen sagen?«, sagte sie. Sie sagte es leise, als wäre jedes Wort aus Glas. »Stimmt es, dass du bald sterben musst?«
Sie sah die Wahrheit in seinen Augen, fast bereute sie ihre Worte, war gleichzeitig süchtig nach der Antwort, die er ihr geben würde. 
Er wandte sich ab. »Warum sagst du sowas?«, sagte er. Jetzt sah sie nur noch seine Schultern und den Schattenriss seiner Haare gegen den blindschwarzen Himmel.
»Ich mag dich sehr, weißt du?«, sagte sie.
Er sagte nichts.
Sein Atem kam in matten Schüben über seine Lippen. Über ihnen die Sterne, ein blasses Funkeln zwischen Dunkelheit. Er legte den Kopf in den Nacken, und sie griff nach seiner Hand. »Siehst du, der Große Wagen«, sagte er. 
Sie schmiegte sich an seine Schulter. »Ja«, sagte sie, obwohl es nicht stimmte.
»Ich meine es ernst«, beharrte er. »Ich will, dass du die Sterne siehst.« Er sah sie an. 
»Ich sehe die Sterne«, sagte sie. Leise. Worte aus Glas.
Sie lehnte sich vor. Sein Blick hing an ihren Lippen. Atem stieß aus seinem Mund wie Silberstaub.
»Mach die Augen zu«, sagte sie. Nur ein Flüstern, ein Hauch. Sie konnte jetzt spüren, wie sein rascher Atem gegen ihre Lippen stieß, so nah war sie ihm. Es war ein kühler, atemloser Kuss, und als sie sich von ihm löste und ihn ansah, konnte sie das Silber in seinen Augen sehen. Sie drückte seine Hand, und als sie lächelte, spürte sie die Träne auf ihrer Wange.

Jetzt gräbt sie die Hände tief in die Manteltasche. Unter ihren Sohlen knirschen braune Blätter, kein leuchtend buntes Laub, nur trockene, eng zusammengeballte Blattfäuste. Blätter sind am schönsten, wenn sie sterben, denkt sie. Als ob. Die Luft kommt ihr kalt aus dem Mund hervor, und sie drückt die Lippen gegen ihren Schal. 
"Manchmal sterben Dinge einfach, ohne Erklärung. Weißt du noch, der Junge aus Amerika?" Das hatte er gesagt. Und dabei gelächelt, ein trauriges Lächeln, ganz als wären die traurigsten Momente die, die am schönsten waren.
Sein Name steht in Großbuchstaben, das erste Moos hat sich in den Ecken festgesetzt. In den Bäumen sammeln sich die Vögel, bald werden sie ihre alte Heimat zurücklassen und ihre neue überstreifen. Sie blinzelt, als der Wind ihr scharf ins Gesicht bläst. Der Herbst riecht nach Veränderung. Sie stößt mit der Schuhspitze gegen eine Kastanie, die davonraschelt, und verlässt den Friedhof.