Today, on my way to work, I drove right into a beautiful sunrise. Blood red sky and bright pink clouds from the heating plant chimney. I would have liked to take a picture. But of course: on other days I’m stuck at every traffic light and could just pull up my mobile phone. Today however: excellently phased traffic lgihts and not one stop. The mobile phone stayed in my pocket. Law abinding person and so on. Meanwhile the sky has turned grey again. Eos: How nice of you to take me with you in your car today. Helios: You’re welcome. Are you sitting comfortably in front? Pretty color, that. Eos: Yes. Isn’t it? Helios: And every little cloud individually pink. You are so talented, little sister. Eos: I have a sense for details. And always too little time. Before he comes. Helios: Who? Eos: St. Peter. The one from the…

Mrs. Melchior: You want to follow a star? A star? Shouldn’t stars be faster than you – on foot? Mr. Melchior: We have camels. Mrs. Melchior: Oh, and they are faster than stars? Hardly. Mr Melchior: This goes beyond your understanding, woman! Mrs. Melchior: Whenever you can’t think of a reasonable answer, this suddenly goes beyond my understanding. Beyond my understanding my foot! Be reasonable! Stars wander all across the sky in one night. Can your camel do that? Mr. Melchior: You don’t know anything about camels either. Mrs. Melchior: You don’t say! I run this caravanserai here – while you only look at the stars at night and sleep during the day. Melchior’s caravanserai it is called! And who does all the work? I do! Mr. Melchior: Astronomy is essential. Something important is going to happen surely ! [exit Melchior] Mrs. Kaspar [enters]: Now who has come up with…