We meet at the Carp Pond. I meet her friends and all are quite tense. Kisses on the meadow a little away from it. I successfully throw her back into the grass. After a while, too many people are watching us. I put my head in her neck.

She wants to go to Plänterwald. The air is sweet and permeated with scent of the leaves beyond the paths. We sit on the riverbank and look out over the water. Baby ducks bob on the waves of the boats.

She has grown tired of the sun. (Not having drunk enough.) We drive to Lidl and I buy her water and a pint of smoothie. She waits by the shopping carts. Worn out, in her light shirt.

We drive over Grenzallee to Hermannstraße. A wide, asphalted route – oversized company logos slide through the sky. The highway murmurs in the distance, and below us lie junkyard and harbor. At a table in front of Pho Phan, she orders me a curry with udon. The sidewalk becomes the floor of a lounge. She hands me the food and we drive to her place.

A big fight in the night. It is about my name. When I tell her about the different meanings, the alienation, martyrdom and holiness, she starts to cry. She thinks I am delusional. Just before that, I told her that I really like her.

I go home.