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the cathedral

published on: 26.12.2011 in: All entries

A cathedral. It is one of the biggest in Europe. A man and a woman enter in a flurry of excitement. Their cheeks are cold and pink. They plan to give the homeless lady outside a few coins on their way out. But first, they want to see the famous Christmas stall. A man stops [...]

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of things lost

published on: 22.12.2011 in: All entries

She is always busy. A friend once asked why she fidgets so much. “Well,” she said, “as soon as I sit still, I fall asleep.” She is doing perfectly fine this Christmas. There is so much to do. Buy a tree, decorate it, lights, candles, food, cards, Christmas dinners to prepare for herself, for her [...]

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the hearing

published on: 16.12.2011 in: All entries

How typical of me to show up at the wrong address. Here’s this meeting I’ve mentally been preparing for. It’s an important meeting and not even because it’s about money. There will be four people listening to me because I asked them to. I wrote them a letter saying, “dear sirs and madams, keep your [...]

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the changed man

published on: 13.12.2011 in: All entries

There was once a man who felt it was time for a change. He wasn’t sure what exactly, just change. Any change. He changed his hair. He grew a beard. He changed newspapers. He changed jobs. He changed the way he spoke. Next he changed wives. With that came a change in friends. He changed where he [...]

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two months later he is dead

published on: 11.12.2011 in: All entries

The amount of people we see but immediately forget. Then remember all over again the next day as we pay for our groceries. We’re thinking about whether to buy sour dough bread or whole grain and looking at the texture of all those loafs on all those shelves, not at the person handing them to [...]

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the bald spot

published on: 06.12.2011 in: All entries

The little girl is almost ten. She scratches at blemishes in her skin and plucks her hair. Her father once told her a story: a young girl had died of the hair she had eaten. One by one. The hair collected in her gut, caused internal bleeding. This is when our little girl started picking. [...]

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