Angel Quote by Herta Müller

““Hunger is an object. The angel has climbed into my brain. The angel doesn't think. He thinks straight. He's never absent. He knows my boundaries and he knows his direction. He knows where I come from and he knows what he does to me. He knew all this before he met me, and he knows my future. He lingers in every capillary like quicksilver. First a sweetness in my throat. Then pressure on my stomach and chest. The fear is too much. Everything has become lighter. The hunger angel leans to one side as he walks with open eyes. He staggers around in small circles and balances on my breath-swing. He knows the homesickness in the brain and the blind alleys in the air. The air angel leans to the other side as he walks with open hunger. H whispers to himself and to me: where there is loading there can also be unloading. He is of the same flesh that he is deceiving. Will have deceived. He knows about saved bread and cheek-bread and he sends out the white hare. He says he's coming back but stays where he is. When he comes, he comes with force. It's utterly clear: 1 shovel load = 1 gram bread. Hunger is an object. ””

— Herta Müller