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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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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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The beauty of the moment is its blossoming.The tragedy of the moment is its death.Life takes place between blossoming and dying.Nothing will bring it back.Nothing will stop it.But I always have a choice. Every time again. In the rose garden the glitter of the blue flower appears, which shows me the way. When I wake …

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I would like to meet you, yes, but not in the hustle and bustle of the day, where you switch back and forth with your thoughts, where you cannot stay because actionism has got you in the claws and you cannot get by, if only a few minutes physically, but not mentally. You think of …

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Max Mehlich had spent the last 15 years of his life in prison. Now he had been released early because of good conduct, because he had been sentenced to life. And life-sentenced in Austria means 25 years. All in all, it was good business for him. The offense of which he was charged, and for …

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Hans in luck, that was the boy who – according to the Grimm brothers – received a lump of gold the size of a child’s head as a reward at the end of his apprenticeship. With that he set off on the journey to his mother, during which he exchanged the gold for a horse, …

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How many times have I tried to see. How many times have I tried to see you. And yet I didn’t manage to escape myself. Whereby, escape is a very harsh word in this context, because if I should actually succeed in escaping myself, like the persecuted her persecutor, if it were possible to hide …

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The weather report had claimed that it was clear to cloudy, but when I was rushing from one appointment to the next, briefly glancing towards the sky because I was forced to pause for a moment, I realized that it was rather cloudy to clear was, or actually cloudy at all. But maybe I was …

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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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He: Sorry, is this chair free?She: (looks up from her newspaper in amazement) Yes, like many others. (And points meaningfully to the almost empty coffee house)He: But that’s the nicest chair in the whole café.She: (looks closely at the chair but apparently cannot tell the difference) Why?He: What why?She: I can’t see that there is …

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