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Allow – to sit down with me, although we don’t know anything about each other, except maybe the one thing that we are people who are looking for the encounter, sometimes out of boredom or mere curiosity, but sometimes also so as not to drown in the swamp of isolation and lost self . Allow …

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Familiar, quiet, little life. Not spectacular, not sensational, not even particularly exciting, but it is my familiar, quiet, little life in which I have settled down, cozy and warm, and those who visit me always expect a warm welcome and a hot coffee (or tea, depending on your taste). I know my way around here …

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You’re right, of course, it’s been a long time. If I try to remember now, it is as if a whole life would lie between the time when you were you to me and the today when you stepped out of which you left me as an empty shell of you. And isn’t that really …

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One last review. Everything is there that we need, for what I intend to do. Then I stow the basket in the car. Good that you do not notice. How should it, with all the things we have to take with us. Just a day to travel. The next time it will go back. A …

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„Before you go, I have something important to tell you,“ she pressed out breathlessly as she dived straight down the stairs. She had managed, almost at the last minute, as he already had the door buckle in his hand, ready to open the door and step out into the open. Slowly he turned to her. …

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„Festivals are the way you make them,“ I thought the following morning, after Christmas Eve, „just like in the rest of our lives.“ And we had done well. Quiet and thoughtful and peaceful. Probably because we had the same expectations that we fulfilled. Now I sat there and turned a vase in my hand, one …

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„What, what, do you do at such a godforsaken, or otherwise abandoned place all day? How is the time around? „Maria had asked herself the first day, the day she arrived, but the next question had disappeared. In the wind the day had passed, filled with activities that immediately made sense, until she fell asleep …

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In Cooperation with VASA Journal on Images and Culture, Images @Roberto Muffoletto   Introduction   Seeing was first (see part one). It makes the space manageable, opens up directions and possibilities. The world is no longer simply a whole that is as it is, but it is fragmented into many small, handy parts. These parts …

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The memory of you flows through me like a warm summer rain, sweeping me from all the gloom, everyday life, and normality. A summer rain in a desert landscape that lasts for months after rain, but as soon as the first drops hit, it blossoms in the most splendid colors, for a short while. The …

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I turn the key carefully in the castle. Once. Twice. Pull it off. Press down the latch again to make sure that I have actually blocked. It would not be necessary. It is necessary, because since I knew that it was time to complete and go, I was a little confused. There was no back. …

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