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Life is too short for boring stories

If you think that there is nothing left that can surprise you. If you think that you know everything and have seen everything. If you think you have explored and tried every path. If you mean that life is moving forward as it is used to. If you lean back and think, now it’s good …

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“And what can be better about being born in a certain country? You can’t help it?” Interjected Raphael. “Completely correct”, Lilith agreed with him, “But it was also the case that back then there were a lot of poor countries and a few rich ones. Austria, for example, was one of the richest countries in …

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Lost in thought, Lilith looked at the starry sky, her head nestled in Adam’s lap, who was leaning against the trunk of a tall birch tree on which a chicken had taken its night quarters. Until recently, everyone from the house association was sitting together, everyone who wanted to and mostly all wanted to sit …

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Actually, they loved each other. Of course, there had been many years when they just did it without thinking about it much. No, this is wrong now. At the very beginning, they hardly did anything but think about it, about each other, about you and me and about their love. Back then, they sifted through …

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„My dear Luise,“ he began, in the usual businesslike tone that was peculiar to him, like the perfectly fitting suit in subtle gray or dark gray and the always shiny black shoes. He never failed to swap the brown day shoes for the black evening shoes at 5 p.m. punctually, although – just incidentally – …

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She entered her apartment thoughtfully. Despite the encouragement she had received, she felt guilty about her boyfriend, who had wanted it that way and now who knows what, the man she had been out with and who, despite everything, was looking for her friendship. but above all to yourself. Somehow, she had felt uncomfortable from …

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„You have to prepare yourself“, I hear myself say. One last hug before we have to say goodbye. One last time, interwoven and let yourself fall back into the carefree. I don’t want to think that there can be a farewell. I couldn’t think that there could be an arrival. Your story matched mine in …

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„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.

The sunlight makes the air shimmer. I wake up under the olive tree under which we made our beds. How long had we slept? I don’t know. It is summer. I do not know more. I don’t need to know more. We live with the change of the seasons. Spring is leaving and summer is …

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There are nights when everything seems so clear, as clear as the moon and its reflection in the water. They smile at each other and everything is said. There are no misunderstandings. And there are other nights when everything is muddled, as muddled as the moon and its reflection in the water when a cloud …

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