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THE MOMENT

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the moment

the moment

She had lost her grip. She lifted up her eyes and thought: where does my help come from. But she turned them down again, dizzy. Lost my grip, how often didn’t people say that? And how often was it so true as it was now.

Where does my help come from? Such an old, long forgotten sentence came to mind. Now, now that she had lost her grip. Psalm verses popping up in critical moments: was religion in the end proving to be something essential? They say it’s never too late to convert, but to be actually doing that now, would be Continue reading →

THE HOBBY SPACE

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The hobby space

The hobby space
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They say it cannot be, that they are strange imaginations, that can never become reality. How do they know, while they do not know what he knows?

He lives here in this big building where everybody has their own lodging, apart from the community areas that are in it. It’s crowded, but the good part is that he runs into people and can have a talk. The only nuisance is when they start interfering too much with him. Interest is fine, but they shouldn’t start patronizing or dictating to him what to do.

Downstairs, in the cellars, are separate little rooms. For people like him. People who need a place for their experiments. It took a while, – they did not know if it would be safe -, but in the end, they were Continue reading →