The writer makes a discovery: in the cemetery she visits every day, a dead baby hangs in the branches of a thuja. Is it Samira's little brother, whom the nine-year-old girl reports missing to the police? With him, her mother Mirjam, Uncle Wolf and his friends Orang and Utan, she lives in a world where many things are in disorder, where the poor, the miserable and the victims are often children. This is a world that Inspector Swini knows only too well (if everything were in perfect order, there would be no need for an inspector). Swini has a talent for tragedy, he becomes Samira's protector, but he also knows how heavy a guilt can weigh, which no one takes away from you for a lifetime. Once upon a time - that's how stories begin that are anything but fairy tales. This is also the case with Monika Helfer. What she tells us, she tells us laconically and directly. Delicately and ohn.