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No Babies Smoke

Could I retell myself in the same way as in a novel, toss out a few red threads through the generations and weave my movements into a story? An attempt was made: and you called me improbable? You said: no babies smoke! But what did you actually know about me.

Let chance choose the next story

Jörgen Löwenfeldt

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Merkel
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Merkel

As far as I could tell, there was no evidence that Merkel had ever existed. There were plenty of observations and anecdotes about his generous way of life and his appetite for…

The Wind Chime Chronicles, part III
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The Wind Chime Chronicles, part III

D1. You climb out of the window You always have a choice, they say. No matter how cornered you are, you can choose, even if it is to stand there weak-kneed and let everything that…

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The Text Beneath the Dust

It might be a Thursday. Four men from The Literary Magazine break into the flat to remark on your cleaning. At first you are taken aback, but then you understand. You reply: You…

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