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Life is too short for boring stories

If you think that there is nothing left that can surprise you. If you think that you know everything and have seen everything. If you think you have explored and tried every path. If you mean that life is moving forward as it is used to. If you lean back and think, now it’s good …

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I would like to meet you, yes, but not in the hustle and bustle of the day, where you switch back and forth with your thoughts, where you cannot stay because actionism has got you in the claws and you cannot get by, if only a few minutes physically, but not mentally. You think of …

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The weather report had claimed that it was clear to cloudy, but when I was rushing from one appointment to the next, briefly glancing towards the sky because I was forced to pause for a moment, I realized that it was rather cloudy to clear was, or actually cloudy at all. But maybe I was …

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It was still a wonderful night, open and clear, but I couldn’t see it anymore. There was a meeting I didn’t know about and an exchange that I didn’t think had happened and now a threat that I wasn’t even aware of. In my mind’s eye I saw an island appear in Provence, where I …

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Openness and clarity lay in that night too. Nothing was determined. Anything was possible. Ordinary and absurd, and of course everything in between. “I’ve been looking for you for so long. Why did you hide from me?”, He said straight to me when he came into this openness and clarity of one night. „I am …

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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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When he woke up the next morning, he felt invigorated and strong, only an irrepressible hunger tormented him. He looked around the hut. It was small and cozy. He saw an oven that was used for heating and cooking, a table with a bench and two beds. Two beds? So his angel didn’t live alone …

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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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„Du musst Dich rüsten“, höre ich mich sagen. Eine letzte Umarmung noch, bevor wir uns verabschieden müssen. Ein letztes Mal noch ineinander verwoben und zurückfallen lassen in die Unbeschwertheit und Sorglosigkeit. Ich will es nicht denken, dass es einen Abschied geben kann. Ich konnte es nicht denken, dass es ein Ankommen geben konnte.

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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