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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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Lana and Nona were having coffee with Jasmin. In the meantime, the two had learned a lot about the three boys, Benjamin, Samuel and Daniel, who were Viktor’s pride and joy. Jasmin was sensitive and, above all, confident.„The three boys will not grow up without a father,“ she says, and it sounds very decided, so …

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Jasmin stirs her coffee. It’s as if she’s lost in it, as if she doesn’t want to look back or forward, even as if she wishes she could be awakened from this nightmare now and now. “How am I supposed to explain that to the children?”, she thinks sadly, “What is there to explain about …

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Two minutes later, Nona and Lana are back in the door. „There is something else that would interest us,“ says Nona breathlessly, „Isn’t it strange that a criminal organization bears a mark, and one that is so conspicuous in a place where everyone can see it?“„It took you some time to notice,“ I can’t help …

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Much of what is taken for granted in one’s own life is not at all for another. That’s probably all there is to report about my life, for now, I think. Actually, not much that remains of forty years of life, not much that seems worth mentioning.„But where was the serious mistake?“ Asks Lana, and …

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With a violent bang, the pane splinters, which digs into my head as if it were an oversized splinter. It feels like it’s tearing him apart. Then there is silence again. I take a deep breath, look around. I’m standing in the middle of the shards of a window that you converted. It bothered you, …

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I was so sure, so, so, so, so sure or was I just as sure as I am sure of myself, always just so vaguely? No, I was absolutely sure, as sure as I could be, that the moon would rise again the next evening, as sure as I could be sure that it would …

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I sat on the dock, on the dock again, that night. You left, sometime before that you left, into your world and left me here, here in my world, which we, speaking, snatched from the flow of chaos. Now that it was complete again, now you could withdraw. And I was sitting on the jetty …

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