The moon was just the moon and the night mist was just water. After a few moments she said that she really had to get home, and I walked her back up t...e hill to the party. I did kiss her good-night. * * * * * It is a family curse that I often don’t sleep, so in that one way the night was like all other nights. Those events. They were a puzzle, something just beyond my grasp. How had I been so suddenly taken with a woman, and so powerfully? I had been infatuated several times, and in love. I. Eigentlich nur um selbst berühmeter zu werden. Doch dann waren statt der erwarteten 20 bis 30 Leute etwa 150 Pro Geschlecht gekommen. Und ein paar Typen die alles Filmen und auf Youtube hochladen wollten. Es wurden online sogar schon wetten auf den Sieger abgeschlossen. Die meisen Aktivisten hatten sich rasant verzogen, als es heiß wurde und nur eine Hand voll wagemutiger, selbsternannter Volksvertreter war geblieben. An Politik dachten die Teilnehmer aber nicht. Sie wollten kämpfen und die. Get back into practice.’ Melissa nodded, gazing down into her lap, painfully aware it was only a matter of time before their conversation moved into more difficult areas. She watched her fingers lacing and unlacing around her handbag, the rhythmical movement oddly soothing. ‘I enrolled in a pottery class,’ she admitted. ‘Nothing major,’ she rushed on as he greeted her words with approval, ‘just at an intermediate level. Like you, I’m pretty out of practice. But maybe one day, I could think. Deeply. And for consecutive drillings. It became routine for us to shoot or edit and fuck like rabid jackals once a week or so, although there was nothing routine about the way we scorched the bed and the ground beneath it. The woman had a way of bending and lifting her body in every possible way for me to place myself into her. But one evening as we were wrapping up putting together the first pieces for my online portfolio, she said she couldn’t. ‘Can I ask why?’ I asked. She bowed her head,.