"I never pretended to know the island, and I am the only one who really wanted to go there." The islands off the coast are numbered, and no one has ever been to island thirty-four - only the willful first-person narrator in Annette Pehnt's second novel feels its mysterious pull. Even Zanka, who smells of vanilla and cigarettes and introduces her to love, cannot deter her from the search for her place of longing. Finally, she wants to feel life... "The enchantingly colorful story of a young woman who finds her place of longing.".