Doesn't live long overrated

"Reality is overrated"

Overcome loneliness.

The shy ballet dancer from the small town chats with the party queen from Stockholm.

Make new friends in a new city.

The American in Berlin wants to find friends very quickly in a Berlin chat room.

Trust someone blindly.

While chatting, a 14-year-old meets someone who calls himself the Sun King - and who has absolutely nothing royal in mind.

To be someone completely different.

A young New Yorker immerses herself in a virtual fantasy game. Soon she will play her role in real life as well.

Lose yourself in a dream.

A girl in love thinks the boy of her dreams is chatting with her. She has seldom felt so understood. But by whom?

Let yourself be seduced.

A schoolgirl lets herself be persuaded to install a webcam and dances for a stranger. And soon she's doing more than just dancing.

Overcome loneliness

Ida is beautiful. She has the coolest friends. She lives in Stockholm. She uses heavy make-up and her skirts are short. She's not squeamish. She is 15 and knows that the boys love her. She sleeps with one or the other without being in love. She drinks. She smokes. There are some they call a bitch. The clean men in the subway wonder what went wrong, that a cute girl turned out like this.

Sandor is shy. He's also 15. He lives in a small town. He's never seen a porn movie, and certainly not slept with a girl. He makes his mother's dream come true. He wants to be a dancer. He goes to training four times a week.

"She dances by herself. Arms, legs, hips and head come to life. The hair swirls through the air, lashes her face, sticks to the make-up, but she doesn't care. Her body is alive, she is alive.

He dances all alone. The last time was two days ago, an infinite eternity. How did he hold out for so long? How did he survive so many hours until he can finally do the only thing again that makes him feel really alive. "Sandor slash Ida" is the name of Sara Kadefor's book. It has now been published as a paperback under a different title: "One click away from you".

Sandor locks himself into a chat room. Hollow stuff, he thinks about what he reads. Then he writes himself. Writes that he would like to talk to a reasonable person, someone who doesn't have to be cool all the time. Asks if there is such a person. And already the chatters get started. All at once, because communication takes place at the same time.

"Spare us your dismayed talk!

Make friends asap!

Let's talk about brides with short skirts rather! "

But there is one who feels addressed: Ida. They open their private chat room. They begin to write electronic letters to each other, to email each other.

Ida doesn't say that her mother is depressed and that she hides in her room for days. Don't tell her friend blackmailed her with it. That they'll tell everyone about Ida's sick mother if she doesn't take a boyfriend off a hated girl.

Sandor does not say that his classmates make fun of him, ambush him, scold him as gay.

On the Internet, says Sara Kadefors, you sometimes portray yourself as someone else. But isn't that what you do in reality? Sandor no longer knows whether he really wants to become a dancer. But can he talk about it, can he hurt his mother like that? Ida longs for e-mails from her father, who is divorced from his mother. He has a second wife in America and young children. But can she hurt her mother like that?

They prefer to hide their longings from their mothers.

In "Sandor slash Ida" or "One click away from you" Sara Kadefors shows that some people find it easier to be honest with one another in chat than in reality. In their real world, Ida and Sandor have certain roles: the cool bitch and the sensitive silent. They can show their other sides online.

The pretty, exuberant girl and the shy boy are getting closer and closer - just knowing that they may have met someone to whom they can show themselves for who they are. In all of their vulnerability. They start to trust each other.

Two injured souls find each other in the net - and open up to each other very, very slowly. However, they only succeed in doing this because they leave the chat room very quickly, email each other and meet later.

Ida drives to Sandor.

"Ida laughs. She's like a big city girl from some stupid movie that comes to the country for the first time. I can't help telling her that she's an asphalt plant walking across green grass for the first time. Ida suspects that in her previous life she was a farmer because she loved the country so much. Then he was a traffic light, he says, as much as he loves the city. "

There are setbacks. Sandor's mother is not exactly thrilled with her son's internet acquaintance. Ida senses this, gets drunk at a party and smooches the boy who pests Sandors the most. After that, Sandor does not write to her for a long time.

Sara Kadefors sees the internet and the opportunities to get to know friends as an opportunity. Especially those who do not swim in the mainstream could meet people who feel understood by them.

Sarah Kadefors empathizes deeply with the world of young people. The way she writes dialogues, adolescents actually talk. And yet Roman is literarily demanding. She writes real and good at the same time. She succeeds in precisely drawing the confusion of the 15-year-olds, their contradictions, the dilemma of having to be cool when you actually want to hide in the next corner. That's why her novel is touching.

Hundreds of chat room providers are vying for the users' favor.

There are chat rooms for animal lovers.


Suicidal companion.



For those who are afraid of school.

Those who love holidays in France.

And those who seek contact with young people from their city.

Make new friends in a new city

Brandon has just moved to Berlin and doesn't know anyone there. He lures himself into a chat room where young people from Berlin meet. 14-year-old Hannah will soon move to Berlin and meets Brandon - in that same chat room.

David Fermer wrote an exciting story with "Nonstop Chatten". Its highlight: Brandon writes in English, Hannah in German. He invites her on a trip to America. But how is she supposed to explain this to her parents?

"Besides, my father thinks that every chat acquaintance is actually an ax-wielding serial killer. He keeps telling me about girls who chat acquaintances lured into lonely huts in the forest and were never seen again."

Brandon is just a normal boy, but he's also a hacker who finds it easy to turn Hannah's math five into a straight one. His father works in the American embassy in Berlin. A great stranger demands - via chat room - that Brandon steal a black box from the embassy with which one can crack all the codes in the world. It is a matter of confronting this criminal, because he is blackmailing Brandon and wants to expose him as a hacker.

The story is pretty outrageous, Hannah manages to steal the black box with her left hand, hand it over to the gangster who has meanwhile traveled to Berlin, and then also to confront him and hand him over to the police. A computer freak from America helps who stop the elevator in the Berlin TV tower between two floors. In it sits the bad guy with the black box.

The chat room is the platform on which Hannah and Brandon get to know each other, but also a place where all kinds of cyber gangsters meet. David Fermer's language is funny and youthful, so you forgive him for the crude story. Plus, readers can improve their English in the process.

Safety tips for children from the State Office for Communication Baden-Württemberg

Be suspicious! Your partner is not always who they say they are.

Do not do it! Never reveal your personal information!

Click away! Break off dialogues that are becoming uncomfortable!

Say no! No meeting with a chatter without the company of an adult!

Trust someone blindly

Ax-wielding serial killers on the internet? That may be an exaggeration. But the bald-headed, pot-bellied 40-year-old pretending to be a crisp 18-year-old who wants to flirt with young girls is in the nature of the medium. And sometimes it gets worse. Annette Weber tells of such a horror experience in "Im Chat was still so sweet!" 14-year-old Sarah Wolfslady calls herself in the chat room and writes that she is seventeen. She meets Sonnenkönig, 21, Zivi in ​​the Johanneskrankenhaus. Sun King Sven feels alone. Sarah feels addressed and soon tells him her whole life. She is happy that there is someone to talk to. And yet she wants to be careful. It could be that Sun King hits on a different woman every day while chatting. As a precaution, she pretends to be her friend. Even when this friend is threatened and persecuted, she suspects nothing. She meets with Sven in a cafe and is not surprised that a civilian drives up a silver Porsche. Sven kisses her.

"It was my first kiss, apart from the kiss I gave Mehmed Özgür at the party at the end of elementary school, but that was a different matter."

One day she goes with him. Only when he leaves the house in the forest where he has brought her and watches her through the window as he takes money from another man, a much older man with a round face and bald head, she realizes that Sven is not a Sun King and she is in great danger.

Annette Weber describes quite convincingly how Sarah wants to be very careful, but falls more and more in love, and then overlooks all warning signals. She writes simply and straightforwardly.

Message from the Kölnische Rundschau:

The schoolgirl Nadine gave away personal information carelessly while "chatting" in August 2006. The 15-year-old met her killer in a chat room. Because the 20-year-old perpetrator had "chatted" with her under the female pseudonym "Summerbabe". After she had explained to "Summerbabe" that she was home alone, the murderer set out for Wetter an der Ruhr shortly afterwards and killed her with several stab wounds.

To be someone completely different

"Just a game?" This is the questioning title of the novel by Mariah Fredericks from New York. Another aspect of the topic is chatting. For Judith, life is a game. A game on the Internet: "Head games".

"My mother is the second person at the table who is obsessed with the game ... (She) just hates the game. She sighs dramatically," I remember times when you played games with other people. " “But I play with other people,” I remind them. “I mean with people you can see. They are there. "" They are there, "I answer patiently." They just happen to be somewhere else. In Timbuktu, for example. Or in Anchorage, Alaska. Or on Third Avenue. "

"Who are you?" My mother's greatest fear. Perverts on the internet. Absolutely ridiculous. The new black man. "

Judith has long since met the true black man, the one made of flesh and blood. But she kept this terrible experience to herself for a long time. You can't talk about it. It's easier to take refuge in a chat room. Judith knows the characters from the game. The one who wants to defeat her, the one who stands by her, the one who will betray her. The roles are precisely defined. Each character has certain strengths, certain weaknesses. The rules must be followed. So you can control the game.

Judith, on the other hand, doesn't know the neighbors in her apartment block.

"The reality is pretty overrated."

She believes. One day Judith makes a disturbing discovery. What if the darkest of all characters lived next door? What if it's the crazy Jonathan with the drunk father and the suffering, forever out and in again mother? The one with whom she now doesn't want to have anything to do with. And yet she feels drawn to him, meets with him on the rooftops above the city, continues to play the role-play - now in everyday life.

Your mother doesn't really want to know what she's doing. Your father lives in Seattle. Judith becomes more and more entangled in the story with Jonathan.

Mariah Fredericks grippingly describes a role-playing game that leaves the chat room. Judith grows from it.

She, who only lived in her role, suddenly realizes that there is still real life in real life.

She yells in the face of her friend Kathie:

"And guess what? You'll never have a real life because you're just surfing around your silly virtual world, where you can shoot anyone you don't like and where you're slim and, chic and popular with men."

Mariah Frederick's "All Just One Game" keeps the tension from the first to the last page. She writes very easily, comes close to the youngsters. And she never betrays her protagonists in favor of a good punchline. As funny as she writes, she takes those she describes as seriously.

The author believes that you are allowed to play, you can even take the game a little into reality, to feel good, to forget. But you should never confuse it with reality.

Lose yourself in a dream

This is exactly what Lisanne does in Martina Sahler's novel "Cyberschokolade" to confuse reality and the internet world. This novel draws its tension from the fact that until the end you don't know who the great stranger Lisanne is chatting with.

She herself is absolutely convinced that it is Tom, Tom, the crush of all girls. There is only one catch: How can you draw the attention of Tom, who thinks you are wonderful in the chat, but who does not pay any attention to you in real life? You who is in the shadow of your beautiful best friend? As deadly sad as she is, she can still look at herself ironically:

"The sun painted a shiny aureole around Adriane's shiny black hair. A figure of light as I stroked like a mole through the catacombs of the building."

Lisanne is addicted to the private chat room where she meets with Tom. Addicted to his words. Addicted to his written caresses. She aligns her daily schedule with this time together on the net. She lives a virtual love relationship, lives it up to virtual, fast typed sex. That's nicer than anything the almost 17-year-old knows from reality.

Lisanne runs to get slimmer.

"On the emotional scale, the feeling when you feel that you are losing pounds and your clothes are no longer fitting properly ranks fairly high in the top ten."

Lisanne is obsessed with the dream with the dream man. She gets nervous. She is impatient with her best friend. She realizes very clearly that it can't be Tom waiting in the chat room. She knows what Lisanne is suffering from:

"To me it looks as if you are living in an illusory world and can no longer distinguish between fantasy and reality."

And that is the theme of Martina Sahler's Cyberschokolade: Life in a virtual world in which you paint everything pink and the reality that you have to deal with every day. There is no perverted villain here who logs in under a false name. Here it is a girl in love who is deceiving herself.

Now, at all times, before the invention of the printing press and long before there were chat rooms, lovers had a sometimes cloudy view of the respective object of desire. In chat, however, it is so easy to pretend to be someone else - or - as here, to step into a fantasy and see someone who is not there.

Martina writes lively and funny, Lisanne is a kind of Bridget Jones for teenagers. It's entertaining entertainment, quick to write, quick to read.

40 percent of all German young people between 14 and 19 are in a chat room at least once a week.

Let yourself be seduced

Jade thinks a love story is emerging. She is blown away by her chat acquaintance. The Dutch Caja Cazemier writes in "Risky Chat" how a harmless chat becomes a virtual abuse.

Jade doesn't feel beautiful, believes she is standing in the shadow of her friend. Such girls are apparently easy prey for men. You tell them they fell in love and they are ready for anything. Jade is enthusiastic about SuperSound.

She brushes aside concerns. She looks at his photo. He looks good.

"Was it really he? He could be faking it ... But why would he? Someone who used such fine words couldn't do one else."

Jade is persuaded by SuperSound to install a webcam, dances for the stranger who wrote her such sweet words, undresses.When she no longer wants to take part, he threatens to put the pictures online. She refuses - and he fulfills his threat.

Jade still hopes there is an explanation for all of this. Didn't SuperSound say it had just gone through a low? And she considers herself complicit. Wasn't she too trusting? She is ashamed. The friends ask why she did that. She becomes defiant:

"Yeah, but on TV? There's so much bare skin too!"

To the person Jade eventually confides in, Chatting is a book with seven seals. It's the smart grandmother. She can't understand how to keep in touch with 150 people in chat and she insists that Jade come over to see her in person. With her, Caja Cazemir has created a person who opposes the chat community. A very loving person.

The novels on chatting are not literary gems. If you want to read something literary, you are best off with the two novels from America and Sweden: Sara Kadefors "Sandor slash Ida", published as a paperback under the title "One Click Away From You" and Mariah Fredericks "Everything is just a game". The German authors and the Dutch author do not put so much emphasis on the language. Still, these books are extremely important. They point out the dangers of chatting. They are all exciting and therefore more suitable for warning young people than the advisors of the various federal ministries. And they show the possibilities that open up in the chat room - get to know each other - across all borders.


Caja Cazemier: Risky chat. Klopp
David Fermer: Chat nonstop. Thienemann
Mariah Fredericks: It's all just a game. Carlsen
Sara Kadefors: Sandor slash Ida. Carlsen
Martina Sahler: Cyber ​​chocolate. Klopp
Christine Spindler: Love takes a detour. Langenscheid
Annette Weber: He was still so cute in the chat. Publishing house on the Ruhr