I want to remember... It itches my brain grasping and losing this memory. Dry grass, the creaking of the dry trees. In my dream, everything seems so big. Small flys and moths are gigantic. My father and mother tower over me. They are stomping through the grass, I follow them meek and small.

They throw the most terrible insults at each other, a lot of the bad words I have never heard. The sun is so hot, my throat burns, I'm so tired. I start crying. After a while, they tell me to wait for them under the big tree. They hand me a water bottle and vanish into a nearby forest, still fighting.

The trees creak, the shadows get longer and longer. I want my parents to come back but at the same time I don't. It's getting dark, the sounds of the steppe and the trees are getting more and more threatening. I stand with my back against the tree. It feels like the steppe ist trying to catch me and make me a part of it. Hours pass. The sky is full of stars. I look up through the branches in awe. A flashing blue light appears on the horizon. It's a police car.