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„So you’re afraid of a girl?“ Mike asked straight out. Yes, Mic was dressed like a girl with a dreass and pink accessories. Otherwise, she would have fit well into a „Heart’n’Heavy“ band, even in a duo. „I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for so long, but I did not know how,“ …

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Arrived at our retreat, place of rest, gathering, maybe a little escape from the world, which had held us for ten months in its spell. Mic and I lived in a small cottage next to Mike’s on the outskirts. Lead fatigue descended on me as I opened the car door and got out. While driving, …

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„Another hundred kilometers done, soon is halftime,“ I encouraged myself, „You can do that.“ I had said that I would wake one of them if I could not continue, but still it went and I actually wanted them let sleep. They deserved it. And it was good to let my thoughts wander, back to those …

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„Heart’n’Heavy“, as they called themselves since their band foundation, had been a recipe for success right from the start. Whereby the band sounds rather exaggerated, because in the end it was a duo, „Mic’n’Mike“ as they called themselves. And that out of embarrassment that they both had the same name. They were named Michael. Since …

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„Just 700km,“ I thought, to motivate myself, „700km and we’re finally home.“ At home? These were two remote houses in southern Burgenland. We retreated there when, after a ten-month concert, performance and publicity marathon, we embarked on the two-month summer break. That sounds like a lot of fun, especially if you love the music and …

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Every beginning is difficult, it is said everywhere. Such a nonsense, just the beginning is the easy, because then you get together because you want it. Automatically one puts the connecting over the dividing end, and one can even find something connecting there, where there is nothing else than the will to connect. That’s how …

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It was in 1660 when a baby was born in Claddagh, a suburb of Galway. And it was a boy. His name, Richard Joyce. His parents were poor fishermen. Richard grew into a handsome young man who, as soon as he could, supported his father at work on the sea. He fell in love with …

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Sometimes, when I’m scared to lose myself completely, I curl up like a little kitten, on my side, knees bent, arms entwined so I can feel I’m still there. And when you are there then you lie down with me, surround me with you and hold me tight. Very close to me, your hands in …

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From day to day, Alexander fell heavily to go to school. The mere avoidance of his classmates had meanwhile changed into open refusal. Chicanery and malice were the order of the day. He found support with his family and he did not have the opportunity to move to another school. More and more, he embraced …

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Inspired by Kieran Halpin „Fragile Heart“ from the CD „Doll“ it was because I wanted you to stay with you. „Can I paint you a picture of what is happiness?“ I asked you, and you wanted to hear it, because it would not matter whether you were going now or later. It would no longer …

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