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"Every loss contains all previous attempts
to hang on to something you didn’t want to lose but had to let go of
anyway, from a marble bag filled with the most beautiful marbles and
rare shooters, to my brother. We find ourselves in loss and we are who we
are – vulnerable beings, like stripped starling chicks that fall naked from
their nests and hope they’ll be picked up again. "

"The teacher told us during the
history lesson that Hitler had fallen through ice when he was four and
had been saved by a priest, that some people can fall through ice and it’s
better if they’re not rescued. I wondered then why a bad person like
Hitler could be saved and not my brother. Why the cows had to die while
they hadn’t done anything wrong."

"Death announces itself in most cases, but we’re
often the ones who don’t want to see or hear it. "

Weird fucking book,the hell?!?

"I promise to take you to the lake one day. Then we’ll float away
together on a lily-pad, and maybe, only maybe, I’ll even dare to take off
my coat. Even though it will feel uncomfortable for a while, but
according to the pastor, discomfort is good. In discomfort we are real."

"The tension makes me poke my little finger up my
nose and hook a piece of snot. I glance at the yellowish ball [...]I quickly move my arm back down, push my tongue back into
my throat as far as it can go and snort. It works. Snot fills my mouth so
that I can swallow again."