Mamma Mia

It sounds like jumping off a cliff without a parachute - but with such excitement that you don't even think about falling. The voices seem to read the rhythm of your heart, which has dug in its heels and decided:"Stop? Seriously? Well, well, try it."There's something about it that reminds me of the schoolyard, where there was always someone who climbed higher than everyone else on the horizontal bar and then smirked from above. Only now the horizontal bar has been replaced by an entire galaxy.

You want to listen to the song with a squint - like a fairground firework that is too loud, too bright, too bold. But it is precisely this excess that is so appealing. The teenage confidence that the whole world is too small for such plans, and that it's time to raise the bar higher, because ‘up there’ the view is probably better.

The irony is that it all sounds not like a challenge, but like a celebration. As if climbing higher is not a competition, but a natural state. Well, what? Someone has to shine so brightly that the rest have to squint.