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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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As if nothing had happened. Unmoved, the weather showed itself from its best side the next morning. As if it had never been otherwise. The sun was mute and steady, and the clouds had parted. Still, it had changed something. It had lost its naturalness and was cause for joy, even if it was just …

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Marianne found her husband absentmindedly sitting on the couch when she got home from work, still holding the letter and staring into space. She gently took the paper from him and read it carefully. Then she sat down next to him, tenderly stroked his back and said: „Wasn’t that what you always wanted? Aren’t you …

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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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Eight parties on one floor.A faucet for eight partiesfor 30 people.Now I have my own faucet.In my flat.When I turn it upI rememberthat it will never be againthe meeting in the aisle,at the Bassena,no exchange and no laughter,no casual gatherings,like back thenwhen the only faucet was in the corridor,a faucet for 30 people on one …

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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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Katie Garland sat bored at her pretty, petite secretary and looked out into the pitch black night. Bored, that was the attribute that had accompanied her life for months. She tightened her slim, tall body under the new, heavy velvet dress. Despite everything, she never failed to dress in such a way that she would …

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But there are also the uniforms, next to them, which are not identified as such, but can still be classified immediately by those familiar with society. The businesspeople, the workers, the hip and chic, the serious, the rich and those who pretend, the poor, and those who pretend they aren’t, embedded in informal command structures …

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What is it about, with this unrestrained and unrestrainable longing that is spreading in me, raging in me, like a rapidly growing ulcer that remains without healing and relief because there is no remedy for it? What is it, with this eternally driving restlessness that dwells in me, that takes me more and more into …

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The chaos was in the river, still in the river, around the safe harbor that we let become in our words, our jetty on the lake, the lake, the ferryman and the window. We let the water of the lake wash over us, dived, swam, but when we reached the opposite bank it was the …

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