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""Ich suchte den Tod im Schatten der Vorhänge, die geschlossen blieben, im Wechsel von Halbdunkel und absoluter Finsternis.Nacht,Tag,Nacht. Heute früh beschloss ich, wieder mit Leben anzufangen." (S.159)" Apr 21, 2014 04:09AM

 
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