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Max Mank was old. But only since his wife died did he feel it clearly. Until then, he had not really noticed. At first, the children were moved out and away. Gradually, the friends left, and finally his wife. It had been his last support, at least since his retirement ten years ago. Not that …

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„Instead, she raised us, me, and my two sisters, and there is not much to tell about this time, no more, no less than there is to report on the commonplace. Instead of advice, it gave us confidence in our decisions and probably the courage to carry them through, and so the day came to …

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He was completely alone. He was sitting next to the bath fence on his red Bobby Car. 35 degrees. No shade. He looked through the fence. He looked longingly at the bathers. A woman with a boy took pity. „You cannot take it with you,“ the lifeguard explained succinctly. „Why not?“ The woman asked. „Who …

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I sat on my footbridge. As always, I sat on my jetty when you came. I was sunk in a confused thought-box, so much so that I did not hear you coming, at first. Only when you were quietly behind me and put your hands on my shoulders, I was startled. My Love, the one …

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And then everything was different. From one moment to the next, there seemed to be nothing left as it was. Or not? The moon was full and bright in the sky, and yet it was different for me. The night air was lukewarm and warm, and yet it was different for me. Even I myself …

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There is the pain that can be given a name. On the one hand, it is the most painful, physical pain. Then I can point it with my finger and reaffirm my pointing with the words „There it sits, the pain!“ This is very practical, because one knows exactly what is going on. The others, …

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Amongst people, surrounded, encircled, surforced, fenced, distrustful, anxiously encircled, depending on the temperament, yet so much expanse, this forced proximity in the tram, waiting room, snake, which is a ditch, silhouetted between me and the surrounding, immoderate, silenced, looking at the ground or into indeterminacy, insignificance.

Every day she stood at the window and looked out. She let herself be behind the curtain, so she could see the inner courtyard, but was not seen. And the people watched. She knew it. They told it. In the supermarket at the cash desk, in the tobacconist’s shop and in the inn. They all …

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There was no moon. And also no stars. Naked we lay. On the bed. Half covered. Half uncovered. You on your back. The arms. Left and right. The head on the cushion. Breathing Asleep. Middle of the night. Three and four. Or four and five. I can be wrong. I’m wrong. I’m always wrong. I’m …

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I sat there, still there, on the bed, leaning my back against the wall, still since that time, since you left, you sat there like a thief in the night, and you had also taken a lot of things with you.   Your gaze that surrounded and lifted me when I told you about the …

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