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Max no longer understood the world and none of the allegedly clever people who surrounded him could explain it to him. Even though he was only eleven years old, he sensed only one thing out of all her words, pure helplessness. No explanation, but all the more indignation about his act. But what did he …

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„Do you know when the next bus is coming?“ The young man asked hesitantly when he had been sitting next to her at the bus stop for some time. The woman he spoke to was a good twenty years older than him. She could have been his mother. Was that why he was ready to …

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She entered her apartment thoughtfully. Despite the encouragement she had received, she felt guilty about her boyfriend, who had wanted it that way and now who knows what, the man she had been out with and who, despite everything, was looking for her friendship. but above all to yourself. Somehow, she had felt uncomfortable from …

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It was a short phone call in which he informed her that he had no time that evening because he had an appointment, but not with friends, but with a woman he had met and with whom he now wanted to go out to eat. She agreed, because it turned out very well, as she …

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Suddenly she fell in love with him. As it happens, always and everywhere in the world, with butterflies in your stomach, accompanied by loss of appetite and the constant desire to be with him, nothing more than to be with him. He probably felt the same way, because they really spent every free minute together. …

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„You have to prepare yourself“, I hear myself say. One last hug before we have to say goodbye. One last time, interwoven and let yourself fall back into the carefree. I don’t want to think that there can be a farewell. I couldn’t think that there could be an arrival. Your story matched mine in …

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The sunlight makes the air shimmer. I wake up under the olive tree under which we made our beds. How long had we slept? I don’t know. It is summer. I do not know more. I don’t need to know more. We live with the change of the seasons. Spring is leaving and summer is …

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There are nights when everything seems so clear, as clear as the moon and its reflection in the water. They smile at each other and everything is said. There are no misunderstandings. And there are other nights when everything is muddled, as muddled as the moon and its reflection in the water when a cloud …

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We want to catch the moon as it is reflected in the water and how the waves smooth and distort its reflection. We want to catch the moon, how it pours bright and sparkling into the water, how it joins and separates teasingly and playfully with the instability of the water. We want to catch …

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