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“The ideal Mother’s Day present” or “Give something special for Mother’s Day” or “No idea what you can give for Mother’s Day? Then you are exactly right here“. If these or similar advertisements appear frequently, then you don’t have to be a clairvoyant to know that Mother’s Day is coming up again. And the desperation …

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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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Finally he fell asleep, the sweet little one. Raphael was eight months old and the cutest baby in the world, his mother Nina was convinced, and she was right, like every mother, but as happy as she was, she also suffered. On the one hand under permanent lack of sleep, because the little one challenged …

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The carnival is over. The gondolas of the old port city sleepy and dull lie side by side in their moorings, on both sides of the large canals that, full of life by day and deserted at night, run through Venice like countless veins. The long, tapered arches point proudly and upright into the foggy …

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You asked me how I am, and I answered with a fleeting „good“. Sometimes I’m lucky that you only listen with half an ear, that you ask casually, out of habit, or because you just remember that now that we meet again and the silence is between us, just say something but it does not …

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There are people whose commitment and achievement should speak or speak for themselves. The problem with talk-for-itself is that you have to look at the mission and performance yourself. And that is what few people do. You know, it’s done, but how and with what effort, she does not care anymore. It is accepted as …

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Where were you, His disciples, as He went down into the deepest of desolations? Where have you, His disciples, hidden you, trembling and fearful, when He died the death that embraces all others? Where have you been, Simon Peter, when He abandoned himself to inevitability? Where have you been, Simon Petrus, you rock that crumbles …

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There are many people who like to talk about themselves. At least that’s what they say. There is at least a great deal of agreement about what this „telling about oneself“ means, a series of stories that happened in an individual’s life. Anecdotal or pointed, depending on your temperament, it can also be quite amusing. …

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Reply to an open letter from a self-confessed carnivore to the hypocritical vegans Dear Mr. Carnivore! Thank you for your very illuminating letter. It fertilizes the intercultural discourse between carnivores and vegans, knowing how the other person thinks and above all how he argues. Furthermore, it is clear that there is still a great deal …

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An open letter from a self-confessed carnivore to the hypocritical vegans Dear Ladies and Gentlemen from Vegania! Again and again you try to make me feel guilty because I eat meat. I eat only very little, at most once a day. And then only the neighbor farmer, who caresses it lovingly to death. I know …

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