Slupetzky sat at his old typewriter and looked through his skylight into the brilliant blue New Year's sky. The year that had just begun made him think of a fundamental problem—the birth of a living being. The most elemental event in a person’s life was their birth. He was therefore convinced that all the problems … Continue reading All the problems in this world…
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The paradox of love
Slupetzky was sitting at his old typewriter, looking through the skylight into the clouded summer sky. Recently he had been out with some friends. They sat in a small pub until late at night and pondered about life. One of the guests had two small dogs with him whom he took care of while their … Continue reading The paradox of love
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