All for Nothing
Verirrt? Das war doch unmöglich! In Paris, ihrer alten Heimatstadt? Claudette Toussaint blieb stehen, schüttelte ihr dichtes braunes Haar und blickte zurück in die Gasse, die sie in diese enge Seitenstraße geführt hatte, während sie versuchte, das Gefühl der Orientierungslosigkeit zu bekämpfen. Wie konnte das nur passieren?
Blake Pierce • Nichts zu fürchten (Ein Juliette-Hart-FBI-Thriller – Band 1) (German Edition)
The air outside rumbles as planes lift into the sky, while inside garbled announcements blare over the loudspeaker. Somewhere behind me, an older woman speaks in sharp, staccato Italian. But I don’t look away from the curb, my eyes trained on the crowded sidewalk outside the terminal, searching for her, anchoring my belief—and my entire future—on t
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The End and the Beginning
By Wisława Szymborska
After every war
someone has to clean up.
Things won’t
straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble
to the side of the road,
so the corpse-filled wagons
can pass.
Someone has to get mired
in scum and ashes,
sofa springs,
splintered glass,
and bloody rags.
Someone has to drag in a girder
to prop
... See morereturned, triumphantly carrying a bottle of 1921 Dom Pérignon. “The first vintage they made,” he said. “Historic.” They sat at the table and ate Maisie’s fish pie. Daisy drank a glass of the champagne but she found it difficult to eat. She pushed her food around the plate in an attempt to look normal. Boy had a second helping. For dessert Maisie se
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