Memories of summer holidays with my grandmother are rosy and magical, and the stories told by my aunts are mysterious. Katharina Hagena talks about the women of one family, intertwining the destinies of three generations. A novel about oblivion and memory, moving, delightfully funny, and at the same time wise. When Bettina died, her house was inherited by Iris. After so many years, Iris finds herself back in her grandmother's old house, where she spent her summer holidays and played dress-up with her cousin. She wanders through the rooms and the garden, through a world where time has stopped. In this world, red currants turn white overnight, tears can be preserved, trees bloom twice, villages disappear, and women strike sparks from their fingertips. During this time, the garden has gone wild. After her fall from the apple tree, Bettina first became absent-minded, then forgetful, and finally she no longer recognized anything or anyone, not even her own three daughters. Iris lived for a whole week alone at home. She doesn't know if she wants to keep this house. She swims in the Black Lake, receives guests, kisses her ex-girlfriend's brother and repaints the walls. Wandering from room to room, she finds by touch memories that she has forgotten: What did grandfather really do before he went to war? What men loved Bettina's daughters? Who ate apples straight with the seeds? Iris finally remembers the night when her cousin Rosemary had an accident: what was Rosemary doing on the roof of the winter garden? Was there anything else she wanted to tell her, Iris? Iris realizes that there are different forms of oblivion and memory is only one of them.