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The wagon sped on, unguided, unbraked, towards the annex, and there was no one who could switch a switch. Or wanted to? Instinctively I moved away from you, also outwardly. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest to make myself even more inaccessible, to close myself off even more. A single word too many …

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Your world and my world – like two circles that lie next to each other, maybe touch, but never find one another, never agree and above all never find understanding. What can it trigger, one word, one word too many? How much damage can it do? And how quickly is discord sown between you and …

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Night had fallen and I had prepared myself, as in every one of my awake, lively nights, and went to my jetty, but this time a surprise awaited me. At the end of the footbridge I recognized a huddled figure, no, less so, I only sensed it, a narrow back that belonged to a person …

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It was just a word.It was just a word, thoughtless perhaps.It was just a word, like any other, but we had ignored the situation.It was no longer just a word, in this situation.It was a stone that we threw between us.It was a rock from which a rock grew.It became a rock because we could …

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Experiences are inevitable. Encounters change you, and this change is irreversible. If I want the encounter, then I have to want it completely, fully engage with it and completely lose myself in it. If I cut back on this wholeness, the encounter doesn’t happen either. It’s like jumping with open eyes into a black mountain …

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I leave the bench behind me and follow the glittering blue that leads me to the bench on which you are sitting. My feelings are mixed. You seem absent, don’t pay any attention to me. I feel the desire to bring you here, to me, this desire automatically awakens, but at the last moment I …

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“How wonderful it must be, I just want to be there once,” she thought, looking at the postcard in her hand, full of longing and desperation. The worn corners, the smeared writing on the back showed how long this postcard had been in her possession and how often she had picked it up. Sometimes she …

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He stood at the gate, motionless, the night she left. It wasn’t long ago that he had lost everything, everything that was of importance to him in this world, everything and everyone, at one stroke, uprooted and lost, in the infinity of the world, which was nothing more than this one street he knew but …

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„You are the most beautiful rose I have ever seen.“ „I’m nothing special, just one rose among many others.“ “You are also one of those who haven’t read the ‘Little Prince’, but whatever, I say, you are a very special rose among all the others. Even if you think you all look the same, no, …

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„Do you know when the next bus is coming?“ The young man asked hesitantly when he had been sitting next to her at the bus stop for some time. The woman he spoke to was a good twenty years older than him. She could have been his mother. Was that why he was ready to …

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