Cool morning, fresh air. Seagulls greet us with their song as they glide over the roofs around us. Some are flying above the ground, I can see them eye to eye. After a while they gather on a roof and chat loudly. I remember the one that landed on the top of the roof when...

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The stove has heated the room to a pleasantly warm temperature. It's been drizzling all day, which doesn't bother me in here. I'm tired, which prompts me to take a break, where I sit on the bench and drink ginger tea, looking out of the window and listening to a bird singing. Life can be...

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I don't even know where the time has gone. I feel like the old people who used to complain that time just flies by. Where are they now? All of them are gone. Now I'm such an old man it seems.

The day torn into pieces. But the individual pieces do not form a whole. They remain many colorful shards, scattered everywhere, without coherence. At least the sun is shining and the air is warm. And I'm at peace.

A deer hangs from a tree, its hind legs splayed upwards, its head hanging downwards. Its body without fur. The old man with a knife, pulling off the fur. Nearby a cat and a dog. His wife is hanging up the washing. He disappears, emerges with a saw. A short time later, the head of...

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The days are short. The sun rises at 9 am and sets at around 5:30 pm. It gets light at 8:30 am. I pack a lot into this short period between sunrise and sunset. Sometimes so much that it overwhelms me. And sometimes so many great things that I'm almost thrilled. I have to actively...

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A wide, flat field stretches out in front of the large window. On the horizon is a wooded area, the trees difficult to make out. The sun rises above it. A red ball that flickers and rises confidently behind the forest. What a sublime and beautiful sight. Later, I spot a deer that first crosses...

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Leaving means letting go. But letting go doesn't happen immediately and especially not when you leave something you've grown fond of. Moving on doesn't mean leaving it behind. Every parting happens in waves and they - if you're blessed by luck and experiences in your childhood - become smaller and smaller. Until at some point...

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I want to discover so much, see so much, experience so much and take so much with me, but I have no choice except to surrender to the forces of the world. Wind and rain, sometimes light and then stormy. And that for days. Days that pass by. Days on which I can do nothing...

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The fourth day in a row. We had planned to go to Rennes, but the night was horrible. I got caught up in confused dreams and woke up from them countless times. Just as well it didn't end in panic. Later in the day, the fear reached a new level. It grew into a tension...

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