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“You are a little raisin. You look like you are very cute, but cold.“ “I’m not a raisin. I am a grape.“ “Small, shriveled grapes are called raisins. It is the custom all over the country, up and down the country. Ask who you want everyone will say that you are a raisin.“ “I would …

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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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But one day I woke up, and the pain was gone, so much did I get used to it, just insensitivity. Not displacing, but changing, and on my bedside table was a picture, a small picture that had probably blown me a fairy godmother, a picture of a girl who danced and laughed. Carefully, I …

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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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You may have often wondered what it was, that inevitability of which He spoke, when He took you, lifted Himself up to take you with Him, to follow the way He had to go, had to go with you, but you did not dare to ask him. You feared His answer too much. But you …

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It was early morning when we found her, a small, white ball of wool with short, speckled ears that sat in the grass and did not run away. A rabbit. But why did not she run away? Why did not she even try to run away? After rabbit type. Carefully we picked her up. She …

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So I told you, from my experience and my cognition, from the symbiosis of the head with the heart, the pragmatics with the love. And because you are a man, you have been able to gain something from the idea of freedom of domination as long as an idea remains and you the Lord. Domination …

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Our living conditions have changed. Everything is different. I have changed. I’m not like this anymore. Just like then. You have not changed. Or so you say. You always stay the same. That’s what you call reliability. I call it boredom. End of life in the middle of life. You do not understand it. But …

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Maria was bumpy and unfocused that day. Again and again something fell from her hand, as if her hands were not related to the person to be touched. She even poured the hot tea-water over her hand. Then, for a very long time, she stood by the tap and cooled the scalded place with cold …

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It happens, with all inevitability, which have such occurrences. And it happens again and again, even if I would have to know better. But it is also not easy to recognize. Again and again it dresses itself in another garment. If it were not so sad, I might consider it interesting. But it is sad, …

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