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Karla Kühn, a doctor of biology who specializes in zoology and wildlife expert, founded the wildlife sanctuary ten years ago. She had actually wanted to go into research, but then something happened that turned her world upside down. It was nothing more than an encounter, more precisely a fox encounter, just as she had finished …

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I had dreamedfrom a meadowon which I stoodwith arms spread wide,wrapped in long, ruffled robes. Birds kept flying towards meclinging to the folds of the flowing dress,ended up in my hairpicked out grainsand disappearedonly to return a few moments later.I moved gentlyso as not to disturb the birds,but these irritated my movementsin no way.They came …

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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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“Don’t worry, it won’t take long,” said Nele, who had sat down next to him, reassuringly, and in fact it was Stephan, as if it affected someone else. This fog grew stronger in his head.“You cut off my penis?” He asked in amazement as he looked down at himself and saw with difficulty what had …

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There are things that cannot be changed. The weather, for example, or fate or the consequences of decisions that you make. She’s been acting rather stubborn lately, though. She thought she could get her way, simply because she imagined that she wanted this or that or just didn’t want something. There were some things he …

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Dear mother! I am writing you a letter today because I have no other option since he took my cell phone and computer away from me. He said I had been on the phone with my girlfriend for too long. He was right about that. I just couldn’t pull myself together. So, it had become …

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These injuries are memorable, externally and internally, accompany and shape us. It’s just a question of how we deal with them, but also how our environment responds. With Mark, people tried to avoid him as much as possible. As dangerous as he looked, he must have been. With the absolute certainty of the prejudices, they …

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Mark despondently dropped his hands. Now that he was so close to Yvonne, he seemed speechless. There was this tough, energetic girl who didn’t turn away from him, but even asked him to tell his story and he, with his inner and outer mutilations. He noticed how good she smelled. He stole his gaze over …

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Yvonne slowly came to herself. “Where am I? How did I get here?”, she asked herself involuntarily. The memory came back slowly. She had been tired, had not eaten all day, and had been exposed to particularly intense discussions that morning. “How quickly people feel attacked,” she kept thinking, “They are so afraid of losing …

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It was the second Sunday in May on which Mother’s Day is traditionally celebrated. It was warm and sunny, so my children and I went for a walk to sit relaxed on the terrace of a cafe. We chatted about this and that, while it was not to be overlooked that there was a heated …

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