Petra Rappo: "Nil, Nil, ich komme!" | Zur Veranstaltungs-Website
MS Christoph Merian der Schifflände,
A little hippo lives in the zoo, between railings, tufts of grass, and a whole lot of dust. If he was as tall as the giraffe, he would be able to see the Nile. If the pool wasn’t so dirty, he would go for a swim. And if he had a herd, he wouldn’t be so lonely. Every night he dreams of the sky and the sun, of mud and a herd and a wide river. Until his longing grows bigger than his unhappiness. And the hippopotamus runs off. Through the railings, dust and cities, across mountains and valleys. So long and so far, until all the seagulls in the sky call: “Nile, Nile, the hippo is coming.” And the little hippo dips its snout into the river and whispers: “Nile, Nile, here I am.” A picture book about longing and homesickness - and a little hippo who outgrows himself.
Italy (Beisler Editore)