Nothing was dearer to Rumpelstiltskin's heart than to have some living being all to himself. Some living being, Hans thinks, and stares up into the blue, next to him the woman with whom he had wanted to have a child. Some living being, thinks Katharina, and stares up into the blue, next to her the man with whom she had wanted to have a child. A moment ago, they were both laughing, now they are both lying there, not knowing what to say. (c) Kairos by Jenny Erpenbeck