Regina Nössler's art is to weave the everyday horrors, the small abysses of human togetherness, into an increasingly threatening unfolding narrative. She can mainly remember the clouds. Only thirty years ago, there were fewer contrails. Elisabeth Ebel, in her mid-forties, is an editor and proofreader. She is also a good daughter. Often, she travels from Berlin to visit her mother, who lives alone in a too-large house in Wattenscheid and refuses to move into assisted living. Even at forty-six, Elisabeth can hardly bear that her mother nitpicks everything and has always rejected her and her way of life. She was the child who was asked if she wouldn't finally look for a decent job. No one ever asked about her romantic relationships. They were ignored. "If we never meet one of those, then give.