"Mirror?", the little princess asked into the dawn, "Why I don't get the answers?"
"Which answers do you mean?", the mirror asked his friend.
"The answers which could give me salvation.", the little princess said immediately: "Everyone with answers, seems to be so lightweighted. Everything is clear and you can advise others in their life. You don't struggle with all these questions to yourself. – You don't struggle with all the questions to our existence. – I would love to stop my struggle. – I hate to go up every day, to live the questions. And go to bed without any new insights, without any progress in finding my salvation."
The mirror listened and kept silent. His little friend had never been ironic or cynical. The little princess had always been opened and interested in the opinion from others. But maybe, she became desperate.
The sun would awaken the little princess in one or two hours. But it seemed, that she was panicking for this moment today.
About a new day, a day with a huge probability of no new answers.
The little princess lighted a cigarette. She hated to smoke. And she starred out of the window, into the deep night.
"Are you sure, that the answers are wise?", the mirror asked the little princess.
She inhaled the smoke deeply and said: "No. Of course not. Mostly, the answers are stupid. Mostly they are pointing to the bad, cruel world. To the bad, cruel society. To the bad, cruel normativity. Of course, these answers aren't valid or usable. But they seem to give peace."
The mirror sighted.
"I wish you peace little princess. I am wishing you the deepest peace with ourself you can imagine."
And the little princess began to cry. The new day started. – A new day who forced the little princess, to live the questions.
Teilnehmer: Fotograf Kosh Wolf / Kosh Wolf