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Sheep, space, wind, waves, cliffs, whiskey, stone monuments – that’s probably the first thing that comes to mind when we think of Ireland, and it’s all true. I sit on the Atlantic coast, at the westernmost point of Ireland, sit and watch. I don’t do more. Especially I, who normally cannot sit still for five …

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The morning routine is complete. Supply obligations are completed. I can finally sit down at my laptop, the list of things to do next to me. As is my duty, I begin to work them off, top to bottom. Of course, it is structured. The urgent comes first. Then comes the necessary, and finally the …

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Mathilda dreamily inserted a shiny gold capsule into her Nespresso machine and pressed the button that instructed the machine to prepare an espresso for her. As she watched the coffee trickle into her cup, she thought of George Cluny, who didn’t stop smiling even when his coffee was taken from him. She, Mathilda, couldn’t muster …

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In his eyes, single mothers were irresponsible and only a burden for the state, was the conclusion that Sabrina had drawn from his statements. In his dictum, lying on the state’s pocket meant above all that the taxpayers‘ money, which was paid for with his hard-earned money, was also used for these useless sluts. But …

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In the early afternoon I went to the painter’s villa, but how disappointed I was when I found Felicitas alone. Apparently, she didn’t want to see me again. ‚Show me what you have to offer me‘, Felicitas asked me. ‚Of course,‘ I heard myself say, and handed her the brush. ‚You didn’t promise too much‘, …

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„It wasn’t always like that,“ Franz Xaver Fent began to tell, „It must have been many, many years ago. I was a young master brush maker at the time, but already successful enough to open my own shop. My sister agreed to take over the sales activities so that I could concentrate on production. I …

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Franziska carefully locked the shop door. „Brushes of all kinds“ was written outside above the door that led to the small shop. The writing had faded, and it had been a long time since the last customer had entered the shop. Franz Xaver Fent was probably also very happy when he was able to close …

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„Something warned him,“ Nona whispers to Lana, „And we know what it was. We clearly have an advantage there.”„If you say that, then it must be true,“ Lana explains grumpily, who once again couldn’t quite follow her friend.„Come on, we have something to do,“ says Nona and pulls Lana away with her. Now is not …

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Just now they were sitting together, drinking coffee and listening to their stories. Nona and Lana told their fictional story and Jasmine a touching one. But was it therefore truer than the other? Couldn’t it also have been invented, cobbled together?„What do you actually expect from this weird chase?“ Lana asks involuntarily. „I feel something …

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Lana and Nona were having coffee with Jasmin. In the meantime, the two had learned a lot about the three boys, Benjamin, Samuel and Daniel, who were Viktor’s pride and joy. Jasmin was sensitive and, above all, confident.„The three boys will not grow up without a father,“ she says, and it sounds very decided, so …

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