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Or we set about breaking down all the barbed wire, liberating the stillness of no-man’s-land, and transforming it into the liveliness of humanity, in which we can say, quite simply, I am. I am. No more and no less. All that cannot be more or less. It can only be everything. Or nothing. I do …

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„Liberté, égalité, fraternité“, „freedom, equality, fraternity“ – yes, it is called fraternity, in the motto of the French Revolution. Establishment of civil and men’s rights, „Droits civils et humains“, it is deceiving, in French man is equated with human, and vice versa. It is forgotten. Some things are good to be forgotten, screened out in …

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Now it is different. Europe united, it was called. There are no limits, it was said. Nobody bothered to remove the fences. The no-man’s-land stayed between barbed wire and barbed wire. They do not exist anymore. And if they do, then they have no function. It is said, but in the minds they stayed. We …

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It was already dawn when I found her. The search had been difficult because I had to avoid being seen. So, I drove with my little boat, as calm and restrained as possible, from one island to another. There were many. The only thing I knew was that she had to stay here somewhere. At …

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I am. No more and no less. All that ca not be more or less. It can only be everything. Or nothing. I be not. Even negation. But I am. Self-affirmation. In all fibers, in all thoughts, in all attention. I am. Nothing more. Everything. In the affirmation. The everlasting cry of life. In the …

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„We are in the cave, but we are not tied up. It’s not necessary. We captivate ourselves. Prisoners who put themselves on the shackles, a really perverted thought,“ said Christian musingly. „The way you tie me up now,“ Martinique said, smiling, without affecting the gravity of his words, holding her in his arms. „I think …

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Martinique could not shake off the thought of the little boar girl. Her life had just begun, a happy, auspicious life amidst brothers and sisters, together with her mother and the rest of the family. It would have been fun to find food and browse the forest. The freedom of a wild animal, which belongs …

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„Hello uncle,“ Christian opened the conversation, „May I introduce you to a friend of mine?“ Instead of answering, the figure, of which they had only been able to see the back of the head at the time, rose out of the couch in outline only after the room was lit only by the light emanating …

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Martinique was still safe and secure in Christian’s arms. Still, she was glad that the little mermaid and all the other inmates in the trawl could escape, while involuntarily remembering that a cut-off net meant nothing more than the famous drop in the ocean. How many of these nets were just being dragged across the …

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Children do not grow in the airless space, but are embedded in an existing culture and tradition. This is one of the many backpacks we get strapped. But it is not just a backpack, but something that is grounding us in a community. So I grew up in a traditionally Catholic, conservative milieu. „Later, the …

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