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I’ve never been more aware of it than now that you’re not here, you’re not there for a long time. Sure, everything was discussed. The job that takes you abroad is a great opportunity for you. No, more, it is „the“ opportunity for you and because that is the case, I encouraged you, almost urged …

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Kukka was tired, so very tired. She had waited a long time, but he had not come. The candles she had placed on the lovingly and carefully laid table had long since burned down. But he had promised. „No, this time I’ll be home on time if it’s that important to you,“ he had said. …

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Walda and Waldo, the two youngest of the Wolpertinger family, jumped around on their beds full of joie de vivre. After all, Wolpertinger children are no different from human children, they only look a little different. Grandma Waldburg came to her cave and watched the spectacle for a while because she was delighted to see …

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Before Nana and Anima retired, they went out the back door to the stable to check on Darcy and Donal. The two donkeys were already standing peacefully on the straw. Nana saw that they were provided with everything they needed. So, she said goodnight to them, watching Anima do the same. No, not with words, …

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Lukas weighed the box in his hands, turning it back and forth again and again, reaching for the handle to open it, but pulling it back again. Sybille and Rolf sat quietly next to him, as if they sensed that he had to make his own decision. Finally, he overcame himself and lifted the lid. …

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For a few weeks now, Sybille, Lukas and Rolf have been going for walks together regularly, so that they got to know each other better. This is how Rolf found out that Sybille started working as a freelance journalist after completing her studies in philosophy. After her father died, she moved in with her mother, …

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Sheep, space, wind, waves, cliffs, whiskey, stone monuments – that’s probably the first thing that comes to mind when we think of Ireland, and it’s all true. I sit on the Atlantic coast, at the westernmost point of Ireland, sit and watch. I don’t do more. Especially I, who normally cannot sit still for five …

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The morning routine is complete. Supply obligations are completed. I can finally sit down at my laptop, the list of things to do next to me. As is my duty, I begin to work them off, top to bottom. Of course, it is structured. The urgent comes first. Then comes the necessary, and finally the …

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Mathilda dreamily inserted a shiny gold capsule into her Nespresso machine and pressed the button that instructed the machine to prepare an espresso for her. As she watched the coffee trickle into her cup, she thought of George Cluny, who didn’t stop smiling even when his coffee was taken from him. She, Mathilda, couldn’t muster …

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In his eyes, single mothers were irresponsible and only a burden for the state, was the conclusion that Sabrina had drawn from his statements. In his dictum, lying on the state’s pocket meant above all that the taxpayers‘ money, which was paid for with his hard-earned money, was also used for these useless sluts. But …

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