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Life is too short for boring stories

The protagonist of the film gives her child, who is just seven years old, to the neighbor. “Take a look at the child,” she must have told her. Then she’s gone. She won’t come back, the child’s mother, not after a while, not in a few hours, not the next day, not at all. She’s …

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I’ve never been more aware of it than now that you’re not here, you’re not there for a long time. Sure, everything was discussed. The job that takes you abroad is a great opportunity for you. No, more, it is “the” opportunity for you and because that is the case, I encouraged you, almost urged …

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Now that they, Diana and Kendra, had found each other, there was nothing pressing. Kendra had actually spent the night in a youth hostel. “She knows how to help herself when it matters most,” thought Diana. Of course, she was aware that she should have reproached her daughter, but after describing her journey in great …

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Lukas weighed the box in his hands, turning it back and forth again and again, reaching for the handle to open it, but pulling it back again. Sybille and Rolf sat quietly next to him, as if they sensed that he had to make his own decision. Finally, he overcame himself and lifted the lid. …

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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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Luke’s parents were old now, but it was still rather unusual for two people to die of the same cause in one night, no matter how close they might have been. “As if my parents had ever been close,” Luke thought bitterly, “My father was the bully, and my mother was a better cleaning lady …

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“I need you,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like I need air,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like water so as not to dry out,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like plants need the sun to grow,” you said – I didn’t say anything, I just …

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Sheep, space, wind, waves, cliffs, whiskey, stone monuments – that’s probably the first thing that comes to mind when we think of Ireland, and it’s all true. I sit on the Atlantic coast, at the westernmost point of Ireland, sit and watch. I don’t do more. Especially I, who normally cannot sit still for five …

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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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