There is a strange numbing feeling in the air, as if everything is disintegrating. Leo has once again disappeared without a trace. Nor have I seen Hans for days. Only at night loud booming sounds are coming from his room. Ava finished her internship and left for Hamburg yesterday. Even the house seems to be crumbling under our fingers. The cracks in the walls are spreading and hordes of ants are busily carrying away the tiny fragments.