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Life is too short for boring stories

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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For as long as he could remember, Willi Worschak had lived in an apartment with water and a toilet in the hallway. First with his parents, then when he got married, with his wife Marianne. Together they had three children who were now old enough to lead their own lives. Room-Kitchen-small Room. The standard version. …

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Jasmin stirs her coffee. It’s as if she’s lost in it, as if she doesn’t want to look back or forward, even as if she wishes she could be awakened from this nightmare now and now. “How am I supposed to explain that to the children?”, she thinks sadly, “What is there to explain about …

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Two minutes later, Nona and Lana are back in the door. „There is something else that would interest us,“ says Nona breathlessly, „Isn’t it strange that a criminal organization bears a mark, and one that is so conspicuous in a place where everyone can see it?“„It took you some time to notice,“ I can’t help …

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Much of what is taken for granted in one’s own life is not at all for another. That’s probably all there is to report about my life, for now, I think. Actually, not much that remains of forty years of life, not much that seems worth mentioning.„But where was the serious mistake?“ Asks Lana, and …

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“Where is the beginning of a life?” I start and try to organize my thoughts, to get a certain chronology into it, concise and factual. But can we really face our own life objectively, summarize it in sober facts, without negating what is essential, what is alive in it? What remains? A couple of years, …

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How many times have I tried to see. How many times have I tried to see you. And yet I didn’t manage to escape myself. Whereby, escape is a very harsh word in this context, because if I should actually succeed in escaping myself, like the persecuted her persecutor, if it were possible to hide …

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Immerse in water to get dry. We could love each other when we are tired of hating. The wind frees us from indolence. Two men in white came down the dock. He was still there. Sat there and stared into the water. No blink of an eye seemed to break his gaze. We always only …

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It was still a wonderful night, open and clear, but I couldn’t see it anymore. There was a meeting I didn’t know about and an exchange that I didn’t think had happened and now a threat that I wasn’t even aware of. In my mind’s eye I saw an island appear in Provence, where I …

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Openness and clarity lay in that night too. Nothing was determined. Anything was possible. Ordinary and absurd, and of course everything in between. “I’ve been looking for you for so long. Why did you hide from me?”, He said straight to me when he came into this openness and clarity of one night. „I am …

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