Ava assumes that she is only spending the evening with one of her lovers. But what do you do when the other two suddenly turn up at the door and want to confront Ava? Run upstairs, of course. Worried, Delia, Silvia and Robin run after her, and when the door to the roof more than 15 storeys above the city slams shut, all four realise that their mobile phones are in the flat, as are the keys. And so begins a queer open-air intimate drama in which they argue, vie and struggle for understanding, always with one common goal: to get off the roof safely and find the exit without falling.

Hengameh Yaghoobifarah's second novel “Schwindel” (“Dizzying Deception”) is as fluid in form as its main characters. All four take the floor and tell their stories in their own unique voices. Laconicism juxtaposed with concrete poetry, lust alongside trauma, a sense of loss alongside the desire to find stability – and all of this is embedded in the crazy, dizzying humour that has always characterised Hengameh Yaghoobifarah's texts.