All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain did not stop.When Mara left the house, the morning was still grey between theStreets. Water collected in the troughs of the walkways, cars pulled shinyTraces over the asphalt, and somewhere it drowned monotonously from a roof edge.She tightened the coat and stayed a moment under the small canopystand.People ran past her, hastily and silently. Almost everyone had a lookreduced. Headphones. Coffee cup. Quick steps.Nobody really looked at each other.Mara used to love this pace.At the time when the city had still known for them.She remembered how she moved here with twenty-two. FullHope. Full plans.The high houses had worked on them like promises.Freedom.Success.A new life.Now they only appeared to her like huge gray cages.Mara entered the rain.Cold air hit her.She went down the road towards subway station, past small cafés,closed kiosks and smashed shop windows.At a bus stop, a man stood in the suit and stepped on the phone. Twometer further, an older woma

At noon the office felt like a closed room without air.The lamps on the ceiling buzzed monotonously. Screens threw cold light ontired faces. Somewhere a printer ran without a break as if the machine itselfno longer find peace.Mara sat in front of her computer.The numbers on the screen increasingly swung in front of their eyes.She hadn't spoken for hours.Just nodded.Answered.Works.But deep into it there was something she could not ignore anymore.An exhaustion that went deeper than tiredness.It felt like her inside stopped coming.As if her body was still sitting here while any other part of her slowlycontinuing.“The new designs must be released immediately.”Her boss's voice cut her thoughts.Mara raised the view.“I’m working on it.”“The customer is waiting.”Of course he's waiting.Everyone was always waiting for something.More work.More performance.More time.And she always gave everything until there was hardly anything left of her.Her boss disappeared between th

When Mara left the office that night, the city was hardly recognizable. The rain had stopped, and between the high houses the golden light of the falling sun. The wet roads reflected the sky, cars glitted how bright shadows through the wide avenues, and somewhere played a Street musicians quietly on an old guitar. It was weird. The same city you had appeared grey and oppressive in the morning suddenly seemed almost soft. Maybe it was the light. Or maybe that something had begun to change in her own. Mara stayed in front of the company building and breathed deeply. The air smelled like rain and hot road. People passed by her, all with this familiar expression of tiredness and haste in the face. Some were still on the phone. Others looked bluntly at their Screens while they ran. No one really seemed to be where he was. Mara watched her silently. And for the first time, she felt no more than part of it. Not quite. Your phone vibrated. She wanted to ignore it first. B

The next morning everything felt ineffective. Mara stood under the shower and let hot water run over her shoulders, while she tried to understand what she had decided in the night. She'd drive. The thought was light and scary at the same time. Almost like the moment before a jump. Outside the city was still under a grey morning sky. Adhesive raindrops at the bathroom window and distorted the high-rises behind it to blur Shadows. Mara just closed his eyes. She usually thought of work in the morning. Tasks. Deadlines. Problems. Today she thought of the sea. This alone changed something in her. Little. But tangible. After she had dressed, she stayed long before her wardrobe. Business blooming. Dark fabric pants. Blazer. Almost everything in her life had become practical at some point. Functional. As if she had organized herself out of her own life. Back in the closet, she suddenly discovered an old sweater. Light blue. Soft. Too big. She pulled him out and ha

The travel bag was open on the bed. Mara stood before and suddenly didn't know what to pack in. It was ridiculous. She didn't plan a world trip. No months of flight. Just a few days on a Ship and small islands somewhere along the coast. And yet it felt bigger than anything she did in recent years had. The apartment was quiet. Only outside the rain pulled back against the windows, evenly and calmly as if breathe the night itself. Mara slowly opened a drawer of her wardrobe. Sweater. T-shirts. Orally folded. Almost everything in covered colors. Grey. Black. Dark blue. At some point, she had stopped buying colorful clothes. Maybe, she suddenly thought because you became more inconspicuous when you were tired. She took some things out and put them mechanically in her pocket. Then her gaze was hanging on a small box, which was between old Dresses stand. Dust. Almost forgotten. Mara hesitated. Then she slowly pulled her out. She knew what it was when she opened.