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End
of the way: A
true history of a heavy fate!
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Teheran 1980,
revolutionary try to drive the anti-American tendency on
the high point.
A young Iranian journalist resistsFUL the new
Islamic fundamentalism. |
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When it finally
avails itself of the press, in order to bring the truth to the light, its suffering way
begins with arrest, torture and pursuit. After its children, even by the family of his
wife, are also outlawed because of their father, he risks everything and decides under
application of his life of the prison to break out… far ones |
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Do you have time for laughter? Then these shortstories make
your desires true. Width |
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It was on the first day after the
vacations. Because the class teacher had not gotten
an even child and therefore any more inform could
not, the mouse class waited for the new teacher. Trompeter and Luegenbeutel were at the door, stretched
its neck out and checked whether she would come.
Suddenly lie bag fell in here, struck with the hand on the desk and called: "you come!" By the bang sleep cap, far
one frightened |
| Stire |
Helmut Kohl,
its Geldaffaehre and my suggestions… far ones
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Dream
I go now into my bed like always get I you out of the dream
like I it to me wuenchte, embrace you up to the morning-grey, far one |
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Picture gallery: Framed stories, which are with Fantasien and colours
united.
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Dreams |
| If the sky cries
I like walks if the sky drip, but
completely alone and only with me.
If away by the clouds a few sunbeams on a hidden workstation behind the high forest seem
completely far.
Sometimes I think, perhaps have it stopped to rain. But it convinces me again and again
and again a few large drop that everything is still correct and the sky did not forget me
yet.
I like walks if the sky drip, but completely alone and only with me.
If the small birds to the warm rain to the hunt for the meadow fly and full energy back
and forth hop to it finally contently and gratefully to their sky return.
I have longing, why I can not also fly?
I ask myself, which I run as perfectly an other, which I saw never before, beside me,
"rear other, know you, why I not also like these birds of far ones |
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Bendji was well-known in the whole village. A eight-year old girl,
who carried barefoot each morning very early a black pot on the heading into the city and
in the evening again with this pot on the heading returned. |
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should the yogurt, which its blind nut/mother had made at night from the milk of their
only cow, in the city sell, a few food procure and on the return in the same pot water
from the source bring along, but to unfortunately far
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