You can call me Renata or Sophie, Petronilla, Rita or Ilse: How young I was at the "Operation Carnival" and with the werewolves and when we eliminated Oppenhoff as ordered by the Führer.

The uncle is sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the audience, while I am still lying in bed, undressed, with the blanket pulled up under my chin.  The uncle begins, away from me, facing the audience, or rather, as if there were an audience he could turn to. 

My name is Maria-Dolores. I am a virgin and as such one of the saints of June 18. When I emphatically refused the importunate offer of a young man, he accused me of great theft. 

My name is Adam Chmielowski, I am the saint of June 17. As a young painter in Krakow, I came to know the plight of the poorest.

My name is Annemarie. I am the saint of June 16th. I come from a poor peasant family, I lost my father at a young age, and as a young girl I selflessly cared for the sick and poor.

Hello, I am Vitus, the saint of June the 15th. I was raised a Christian by my nurse Crescentia and my teacher Modestus. My father knew nothing about it. When he found out what was going on, he became very angry. He threatened to beat this false faith out of me.

The saint of May 22nd: Rita of Cascia, married against her will by her parents to a crude and brutal man who, after 18 years of marital heil, is murdered by one of his many enemies.

Pascal, the son of poor people, had to earn his living as a shepherd as a child, was soon known as the "holy shepherd" because of his extraordinary piety, his mortal remains were burned by revolutionaries during the Spanish Civil War.

Saint of May, 16th: John of Nepomuk, a doctor of theology, is captured by royal order, maltreated, tied in a bundle, pushed from the Charles Bridge into the Vltava River and drowned because he would not tell the jealous king what the queen had confessed to him.

Hi there, my name is Beatus. By chance I have the same name as the Saint Beatus. I am responsible for the lighting of the company. The director said, "You should introduce the play!" So I do what my boss told me what has to be done.

Hello, today we are going to tell the story of Clara Fey and the Poor Child Jesus.
Clara Fey, who from an early age showed an interest in social work, lovingly cared for young people from desperate backgrounds, from whom the Congregation of the Sisters of the Poor Child Jesus was born.

In my memories, my father never cries. He speaks little and never in Italian. 
In my memories, I see him sitting on the armchair with the wooden arms in the evening. He rests his head on his closed fist. 

Short Introduction: Every day I write an Event Notation - you could say poem, but that doesn't quite capture it.
Each event notation is preceded by a short description of the saint to whom the day is dedicated.

Perhaps I took too seriously Thomas Mann's quote that the fragment is the only valid form (as he puts it in Adrian Leverkühn's mouth); I was unable to stop the fragmentations that flooded me in the last decades and left me back in a state of utter confusion…