The noon sun
Gabriele 's motives for creating a non-melodic lullaby about a god that had been extinct for thousands of years were even a little unclear unto her . Perhaps the reasons for the avant-garde lullaby could have come from that one afternoon when she was four . On that day she had become less interested in nursing a wounded bird and so began to play with her tiny plastic toy soldiers beside her mother who was clipping wet shirts and military trousers on the clothesline . The noon sun was slapping both their faces the way the heat from an oven evaporates the grease put on two baked potatoes . Gabriele , bothered by the heat , turned away from the soldiers and then took a glance at the sun . She turned toward her mother and mentioned some eagerness for Christmas . Her mother turned toward Gabriele with stoic facial expressions and then crassly spoke in German that Gabriele should stop thinking about Christmas since it was a long way off .