Jenny Herz had spent her days travelling around the island from Achill Sound to Keem Bay. She had seen the deserted village, where she met Charlotte, a German lady staying at the same hotel.

Jenny was deeply impressed by the ruinded houses and she was reminded of a village near Zwickau, which had been destroyed during the Second World War. For a moment, she felt very lost on this island, far in the West, far from home, especially when she saw the cemetry: So many people had died at the age of 30 or less.

Very often Jenny went to Keel beach. She always met people she had seen the first evening at the cancelled auction. Heiner Maier loved to walk barefoot on the wet sand. He made notes in a blue sketch book, waving to her politely whenever they met. Illusions and delusions, she thought a lot about those phenomena: All the O'Donnell travellers waitingfor Friday night. And how about her feelings for Joshua Nash and his three real O'Donnells? She remembered last night, when she had woken up at about 2 o'clock - acutally, she had been to tired to switch in the light - and had looked out of the window: The whole landscape was covered in snow. She loved this view and she felt she could have stayed there for hours.

Nothing was left of the snow in the morning: mistake. It must have been the full moon covering everything with her silver-snowy light.