If there is talk of flying in the beautiful and sad literature or the fear of it, then this is usually metaphorically understandable, but not in the new novel of Feridun Zaimoglu. The novelist and playwright, which is entirely overwhelmed with literary prices, is a guest worker; He was born in Turkey in 1964 and moved to Germany with his parents a year later, where his sister was born. The children stayed, the parents went back later.
Zaimoglu has lived in Kiel since the mid -1980s. Be novel It now begins how he in the middle of the corona apandemy the motherly call and gives the news so that his father died three months before his ninety birthday. “I have to go on a trip. I can’t fly because of my great fear. I imagine a thousand disorders that stop, the engines stop, the machine crashes. My heart icy with horror. I can’t drive a car. This is a stinking life without my father.” The misery also includes that the son has to miss the funeral, impossible to get from Kiel to Turkey so quickly.
