Neustadt, West Germany, 1958

In a small flat, on a bed, Hanna is lying down peacefully on her right side without any strings attached to her body. You, with your body covered in a blanket, crawl to Hanna, plastering kisses from her hip to her shoulder. You prop yourself up on an elbow to stare at Hanna's face as she closes both her eyes. You know she's not sleeping, even though her eyes are closed; maybe she is just relishing the moment after being intimate with you.

You've been with her three times, and of course, you want to know Hanna's name, as she has never mentioned it before. Hanna opens both her eyes and looks at you with her furrowed eyebrows; a sense of defensiveness crosses her face—seems like it isn't a normal thing for people to ask for her name.

"Why do you want to know?" she questions you back instead of answering.