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translated from the German by ISABELLE BURDEN

LANGEOOG, SLOW To cross the island takes generally around two hours. We made sure to book a room with a tub; she just loves the water. Now, she says, she needs the sea. The sand is so fine and white it blinds and burns. If you don’t squint your eyes. The air is all mild and fresh and salty. We climb the dunes, wanting to reach the water tower. Already we can see it standing just beyond the thatched roofs: bulky and crude. The only thing keeping it from blending with the landscape is its coloring: red and white. Asphalt paths slalom between the dunes, bordered by long grasses that waver in the wind. I watch her, as she moves. She lurches, to and fro like hauling a duffel bag back and forth: the shape of bearing weight. At times drifting, wobbling, completely unlike the easy grace of the wind. Propped up on a golden cane, the ostentatious color an attempt to make the thing seem glamorous rather than practical, which in turn makes it

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