Who still needs knight novels and soldier songs - the age of heroes is long gone. Monuments can now be entered for a fee, and in the shadow of the mausoleum lies the shopping mall. In Tehran, children advertise the afterlife on posters, and the Orient is just the name of a Viennese hotel. "Please hurry, we are closing!" warns a soldier in the Dome of the Rock, and on the radio, they talk about war after the prayer. In her new collection of poems, Nora Bossong travels from the German province across the Mediterranean to the Holy Land and beyond; time travel is her natural gait. Eager for experience, she uncovers poetic scenes between centuries-old past and concentrated present. Almost casually, she focuses on people, places, and traditions, describing them with subtle humor and sensitivity, without taking away their secrets.