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Life is too short for boring stories

„Du musst Dich rüsten“, höre ich mich sagen. Eine letzte Umarmung noch, bevor wir uns verabschieden müssen. Ein letztes Mal noch ineinander verwoben und zurückfallen lassen in die Unbeschwertheit und Sorglosigkeit. Ich will es nicht denken, dass es einen Abschied geben kann. Ich konnte es nicht denken, dass es ein Ankommen geben konnte.

Mark despondently dropped his hands. Now that he was so close to Yvonne, he seemed speechless. There was this tough, energetic girl who didn’t turn away from him, but even asked him to tell his story and he, with his inner and outer mutilations. He noticed how good she smelled. He stole his gaze over …

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Onto came and went as he pleased. Sometimes he flew along on our walks and disappeared again. It was nice to watch him, in his power and joy that gives the young life. In what intensity was it connected to life, it cost, scooped it up, without its current becoming less and less. On the …

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You get used to it. Onto had become part of our little family because we had become familiar, met and accepted each other in our respective so-being. „Just as you are,“ I said to myself,“ to supplement immediately, „and will become. In the one in which you are constant and in the one in which …

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The morning looks like every morning. That getting up was not easy for me, it has always been that way, I got used to it and take it, like the drizzle that knocks on the windowpane. Almost tender, but it’s the time when I’m too busy with myself to notice anything. Quite banal stuff. Put …

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From the first day we die. Not metaphorically, not allegorically, but really. Every day that passes, we have a day less. Every day a little death. Of course, in the beginning, there is still a construction, the illusion of becoming. How long? A few years? One and a half decades? And yet only illusion, because …

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It was a few years ago that I was finally able to remove the glasses that I had been put on and strapped on at some point, the glasses that blinded the misery and suffering and fooled me into a perfect world and innocence, as well as trust in the people who explained me the …

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So I told you, from my experience and my cognition, from the symbiosis of the head with the heart, the pragmatics with the love. And because you are a man, you have been able to gain something from the idea of freedom of domination as long as an idea remains and you the Lord. Domination …

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This sentence, which then found its way into a poem by James Oppenheim as „Bread and Roses,“ came from a speech by New York trade unionist Rose Schneidermann, which she delivered during a textile workers‘ strike called the Lawrence Strike in the History, as an example of overcoming profound trenches, between races, genders and social …

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„Water, air and food, and in a way that they do not hurt, of course, have something for themselves,“ said Christian, „But what good is the best water, the cleanest air and the healthiest food, if the business location is bad, the gentlemen would say in business. It’s not yet proven that we need it …

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