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Vom Winde verwehrt
Der Wind, der Wind, das himmlische Kind, rüttelte an meinen Fensterläden. «Komm raus spielen», heulte es. Es war aber nicht das...
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Weisses Gold
Mildes Aroma entfaltet sich, als der Hobel langsam, Scheibe um Scheibe, durch die meist unregelmässige, gelappte Struktur gleitet. Die...
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The handkerchief
I would describe myself as a happy cynic who approaches life with a great deal of humour and a certain degree of pessimism. But I also...
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The journey to work
Every morning I struggle to get out from under my synthetic duvet because I couldn’t live with the thought that somewhere out there are a...
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The martyr
She runs hectically around the room, well aware that her presence is of interest to nobody but herself. With a smile on her face, she...
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Rüdiger
Pearls of sweat congregate on my flimsily covered alabaster skin as I toss and turn under the unkempt bedsheets. I feel a hot flush as...
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Swatting
The buzzing horror is drawn to the only source of light in the room. I’d like to think it’s my brilliant mind or, at the very least, my...
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Der Ritt der Walküre
Es klingelt. Ich reisse die Tür auf und nehme zwei Treppenstufen aufs Mal. Nicht meine beste Idee. Das Einzige, das mein Paket und mich...
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The ride of the Valkyrie
The doorbell rings. I fling the door open and run down the steps two at a time. Not my most brilliant idea. All that separates me from my...
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Saint Peter’s craving for recognition
The grey overcast sky greeted me in its full depressing glory. Drop by drop, a mild drizzle provided fertile conditions for a foul mood....
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