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What an adventure when the grandfather took his time and showed the children the hiding places in the forest, of foxes and badgers, when the best location for a tree house was sought and the children were allowed to enter the hallowed halls of the workshop, of course only under the strict one look and …

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For every cultural technique we learn, we hand over a skill. We have to pay for any convenience with the loss of a skill. Until a few decades ago there were narrators in the Balkans who knew epics with hundreds of stanzas by heart, and that because they could not read. People who cannot read …

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Clouds had pushed themselves in front of the moon, deep, dark clouds, so that I could hardly see you anymore. Darkness, pitch-black darkness even superimposed the gray, took away the nuances even from this. But I felt that you were looking at me, intensely and demanding.

Allow – to sit down with me, although we don’t know anything about each other, except maybe the one thing that we are people who are looking for the encounter, sometimes out of boredom or mere curiosity, but sometimes also so as not to drown in the swamp of isolation and lost self . Allow …

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At night it wasthe door was closedwhen she asked me to stayjust me. At night it wasthe full moon was shiningwhen she took me outinto the courtyard,just me. At night it wasthe excitement great,as she lifted her skirtsto open her lips to mejust me. At night it wasthe fire was kindled,when I found myself in …

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Prepare to you a place to return to when life has drained you, then you will find a pillow to bed yourself down and a blanket to warm you, then you will find peace and quiet and space to breathe. Prepare myself to you as the place to which you can return when the superficial …

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When stories and images complement each other, then images of life emerge. With this book, Daniela Noitz & Roberto Muffoletto meet the requirement for a symbiotic connection between verbal and visual expression in an appealing, aesthetic way. This also expresses the longing for connectedness, which we carry within us, but which we rarely find fulfilled. …

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The glitter continues, the glitter of the blue flower. It takes me to a bank. I take out two figures who obviously can’t sit still. Again, and again they hop up, behind the bench, under the bench, pause briefly in order to walk around the bench again to discover something new. I pause for a …

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It is always up to me whether I choose fulfillment and thus the dying of longing, or whether I leave longing unredeemed and escape fulfillment. I follow the glitter of the blue flower and meet you on the next bench. You hold out your hand to me. Mine approaches yours and your offer spontaneously. But …

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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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