When you drive to Germany as a foreigner, you don’t start to wonder in the car, but only in the parking lot next to the motorway: What madness, this speed! You need the silence, the pause, to understand what movement without limited speed means. Or vice versa: Only when you get out of this frenzy do you know again what silence is. “Freedom cast in concrete, unlimited and easy,” writes the poet Monika Rinck in her new volume “Höllenfahrt & Entenstaat,” “without any human burden, things move forward on the new tracks. Happy frenzy!” Do you really feel that jovial on the highway? Monika Rinck’s sometimes funny, sometimes very musical sentences are not without irony. Today (almost) no sensible person believes that the motorway is the ultimate freedom.