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Sometimes when I try to orient myself, try to determine where I am, on my way through life. What has happened so far? What brought me here? Is it possible to determine all the coincidences, to understand all the twists? Can I explain why I took this path and not that? In some places it …

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Lost in thought, Lilith looked at the starry sky, her head nestled in Adam’s lap, who was leaning against the trunk of a tall birch tree on which a chicken had taken its night quarters. Until recently, everyone from the house association was sitting together, everyone who wanted to and mostly all wanted to sit …

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„I had a dream last night, but I’m not sure if it was a dream.“ “How can you not be sure if it was a dream? You slept and experienced something that didn’t actually happen. That is probably a dream.“ „How should I know if I’m sleeping when I’m sleeping. There is something soulless and …

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On this Saturday in May my mother decided to play the lottery for the first and last time in her life, because she was actually a thrifty woman and a little bit mathematical. She used to say that the chance of being hit by a plane in the subway was greater than winning the lottery. …

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Pensive, I sat in the armchair in the conservatory of our house, enjoying one of the rare moments of silence and tranquility, and even rejoicing in life, as that day stole into my thoughts, which was to change my whole life, the day on which I was born woman of my dreams met. What is …

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Lintschi was quite content with her efforts to improve her appearance, as she concluded with a final look in the mirror in her small but fine hotel room, which she had moved into immediately after arriving in Paris. The dress flattered her figure and brought out her exuberant cleavage, without being suggestive. The stockings with …

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So many demands are placed on me. As long as I can remember, over and over again. Maybe I thought from time to time that maybe I did not want that, that I really wanted to go another way, but there were the people I loved, to whom I confided, and whom I believed when …

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It had rained during the night. Once again. It was getting into the day. Once again. The fire crackled in the fireplace. The youth began to move, to move more. When they were too far away from each other, they began to make plaintive noises. Hope brought them back. It was as if they wanted …

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Exhausted, I drop into the next chair. Blinking into the last rays of the passing day. Soon the café will be closed. Few remaining guests. But half an hour, that’ll be possible, a coffee, not fast, alone. Read a little, put your feet up. And while I open the book, the next best thing out …

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The trees have long ago dropped their leaves. Autumnal cold winds whirl around them. Short breathing pauses only from being stirred up. You can not just fall down and lie down, not even as a leaf. One settles at my feet or is settled. A short stay until the next gust takes hold and blows, …

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