"Who knows, perhaps my jubilation lies in the fact that I am untraceable." In the stories created between 1958 and 1968, which are collected in this volume, reality is demolished. It is bad, violent, ruthless, and can only be rebuilt anew, differently, and in a more livable way through language. "The fact is that Ilse Aichinger has definitively broken with conventional writing practices. The poetess's imagination no longer relies on visions; it insists on pure, bottomless anarchy" (Heinz Piontek).