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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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In the early afternoon I went to the painter’s villa, but how disappointed I was when I found Felicitas alone. Apparently, she didn’t want to see me again. ‚Show me what you have to offer me‘, Felicitas asked me. ‚Of course,‘ I heard myself say, and handed her the brush. ‚You didn’t promise too much‘, …

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„It wasn’t always like that,“ Franz Xaver Fent began to tell, „It must have been many, many years ago. I was a young master brush maker at the time, but already successful enough to open my own shop. My sister agreed to take over the sales activities so that I could concentrate on production. I …

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Franziska carefully locked the shop door. „Brushes of all kinds“ was written outside above the door that led to the small shop. The writing had faded, and it had been a long time since the last customer had entered the shop. Franz Xaver Fent was probably also very happy when he was able to close …

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„Something warned him,“ Nona whispers to Lana, „And we know what it was. We clearly have an advantage there.”„If you say that, then it must be true,“ Lana explains grumpily, who once again couldn’t quite follow her friend.„Come on, we have something to do,“ says Nona and pulls Lana away with her. Now is not …

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