Germany in the 1980s: five boys and four girls are playing hide and seek. Their ingenuity is increasing. They are not just hiding in, under or on cabinets. No, even potted plants, linen drawers and chandeliers are being used as hiding places.
I am not doing so well, the others usually find me after just a few minutes. But I enjoy myself. Only one thing bothers me. Why does this mother of mine have to start listening to the radio just now? Why does it have to be turned up all the way, and why does it have to be playing public radio tearjerkers on and on?
“Moooom! Could you turn it down, please? That’s just terrible!” I shout, having briefly discussed the matter with my friends. And I am annoyed that at first she does not comply at all and then only reluctantly. After all, she has contradicted me in front of my friends. This is something they will remember. This makes me mad at her.
As I interrogate her later on when the others have left, she confesses. She has done it all for love. “It was too easy for them”, she said. “They did not really need to look for you, they could hear you breathing whenever you were in the room. I just wanted to establish equal chances for everybody.”