I was born on June 17, the Day of German Unity. I remained the only child. On June 2, 1967, I sat in front of the news in the jersey of the children's ballet. Benno Ohnesorg had been shot. I slapped my father on the knee during the announcement: "Daddy, when I grow up, I'll shoot you too." In 1989, I stood on stage for the last time as a dancer. An important and shy publisher sat in the audience and said: You could write a novel, Judith. On June 17, 2023, I still don't know a title for this eleventh novel. But I know that from now on I still have twenty magnificent summers ahead of me - don't I?' With a linguistic density that touches, Judith Kuckart tells her story along her biography and thus illuminates an entire generation.