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These injuries are memorable, externally and internally, accompany and shape us. It’s just a question of how we deal with them, but also how our environment responds. With Mark, people tried to avoid him as much as possible. As dangerous as he looked, he must have been. With the absolute certainty of the prejudices, they …

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If I had not practically run into you, but had seen you in time, I would have hid myself in some cabin or shop that you would not go to, like one of those masking and beautifying stores, but I could not save myself, I was probably also inattentive. Shopping centers are not a place …

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„Just an hour!“, I thought, „Then you’re home and I have not even started cooking.“ As always at the last minute, I broke away from my job and began to prepare everything in the kitchen I needed to prepare an evening meal to feed a poor, tired man. „Shit, no rice there.“ Another look at …

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It was a gray autumn day when my dog drew my attention to him. He sat in the grass, yelling disgruntled. At least it sounded disgruntled to me. My bitch stood by, curious, but also a little anxious. She wanted to go closer, but did not really dare. That’s why she kept her neck as …

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Hedgehogs are cute. There is a far-reaching consensus about this. It’s hard to say what that is. Probably it’s the funny proportions, with the broad body resting on seemingly too short legs. But it could also be the type of locomotion that brought him this status. In any case, the spines are very sharp, as …

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It was early morning when we found her, a small, white ball of wool with short, speckled ears that sat in the grass and did not run away. A rabbit. But why did not she run away? Why did not she even try to run away? After rabbit type. Carefully we picked her up. She …

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I had slept for a long time, on this fourth Advent day. I fell asleep out of my room, went through the living room into the kitchen, but far and wide no trace of Jesus and Mary. A look out of the window showed me that it had cleared up and the rain had retreated, …

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There they stood, at the main square of a small village, a pig on a leash and one in a basket, while the passers-by made a noticeably large arc around them. The stranger dismissed Pippa’s thought by simply introducing herself „I’m Zoe,“ she said shortly, „Zoe Artist. I live on the farm at the Vegan …

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„What would you have done if any of the teachers objected to Nanna being in the classroom?“ Sarah, one of Pippa’s classmates, asked in the big break. „Then I would have gone home, too,“ Pippa said decisively, however different the teachers‘ reactions were, from disinterested to delighted, no one saw reason not to tolerate Nanna …

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