the leaves and our faces

„In the summer of 2001 we spent two weeks in Cala Moraia, Mallorca. From our hotel balcony we saw locals gathering regularly in the shade of a group of trees to play boule. We would sit there for hours, in the heat of the day, not talking much. I remember falling asleep and waking up again. After sunset the lights of the nearby bars and restaurants illuminated the promenade, the leaves and our faces.“

*Katharina Dietz: Hybride Erzählformen