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Life is too short for boring stories

We laughed and we lived, just like that, unsuspecting, but considerate of each other. That day it happened was like any other, full of foreshadowing and hopeful. „Do we want to take the train there, up the mountain and look at the world from above, today when the sky is so clear, and the view …

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For a long time she weighed the stone in her hand, looked at it from all sides, made it appear and acted against it. I allowed it, did not interrupt and did not demand. A weighty, overpowering word that stood there on this stone, „mother“. Everyone has a mother, and everyone is somehow connected to …

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So we arrive at the playground. Actually, I expect that my girlfriend’s big daughter immediately throws in the action, because there are already ten children on the playground, so there is a rich selection of play-along-opportunites. But she jumps from the kiddyboard and sits down on the next best bench.„Sweetheart, Mom would rather sit down …

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After she has feasted on my contrition long enough, she continues: „I have the milk powder, in a tin, with the necessary portioning spoons. Furthermore, I have to take a thermos bottle with boiled, hot, germ-free water, because the little ones are so vulnerable, especially the stomach, and then another bottle of boiled cold water. …

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But even more impressive than the joy of moving a three-year-old is what the mother strappes onto her back, the wrap-around backpack.„Thank goodness I’ve already packed that yesterday“, says my girlfriend and heaves the heavy bag on her back.„The last time I camp,“ I think to myself, „I also had so much luggage with me. …

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I’m leaving the house for a variety of reasons. Among other things, probably to see how the other people do so with their lives when they leave the house and enter public space and always seize a piece of it. Of course, because the human being has a three-dimensional extent, i.e. in length, width and …

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Christian sat down on the couch. Martinique on the ground. She always did that when she wanted to think fully. Connectedness. And if it was just the floor of a room.„It used to be a mystery, a secret,“ Martinique began, communicating her thoughts, „then people discovered the mystery, demystified it. We now know about the …

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„You’re beautiful,“ I say, amazed, as you turn to the mirror. Your blue summer dress has no wearer, and I realize that the little girl you were just a young woman has become. Your body is now more than a hint, a promise, it has fully unfolded, and your laughter permeates the house.

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