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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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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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