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Life is too short for boring stories

Grete heard Gregor’s alarm clock ring. It had to be four in the morning. He got up every day to start his duty as a commercial traveler in time. Grete woke up regularly. This was followed by the soothing sounds of rummaging around, getting dressed, that rocked her back to sleep. Because then she knew …

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For a long time she weighed the stone in her hand, looked at it from all sides, made it appear and acted against it. I allowed it, did not interrupt and did not demand. A weighty, overpowering word that stood there on this stone, „mother“. Everyone has a mother, and everyone is somehow connected to …

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„Sabrina had become a businesswoman and Sarah an artist. So, they had found their way, and gone, each in their own way, but they had one thing in common, consistency and stamina. Sabrina is the woman of numbers, Sarah the one of pictures and colors. Never, so my impression, did they look back and never …

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„Sabrina, who was one of my two sisters, had decided on her career as a businesswoman and found fulfillment in it. Sarah, my second sister, could only watch this bustle shaking her head, if she were even watching because she is the dreamer, the romantic, the imaginative. All she saw and perceived was immediacy. Everyone …

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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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„Sit down to me and tell me your story.“ I begged you to stay a little while the night you came to me. And you told me your story: „My mother was a beautiful woman, but it was the kind of beauty that does not intrude, but is often overlooked in its simplicity. But she …

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Measured and quietly I approach you to kneel beside you, as you kneel, to meet you at the same eye level. I place my hand gently and respectfully on your shoulder and you twitch together under the unexpected touch. The pain and tears had limited your senses, so you did not notice my coming to …

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It happened to me again the other day. Although I can admit that I’m getting better and better in control, I’m still not perfect and I’m still not as good as I should be, and that’s why there are a few slip-ups. I solemnly promise improvement. It happened again. I stood in the kitchen and …

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So we arrive at the playground. Actually, I expect that my girlfriend’s big daughter immediately throws in the action, because there are already ten children on the playground, so there is a rich selection of play-along-opportunites. But she jumps from the kiddyboard and sits down on the next best bench. „Sweetheart, Mom would rather sit …

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After she has feasted on my contrition long enough, she continues: „I have the milk powder, in a tin, with the necessary portioning spoons. Furthermore, I have to take a thermos bottle with boiled, hot, germ-free water, because the little ones are so vulnerable, especially the stomach, and then another bottle of boiled cold water. …

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