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The guests she called

For as long as I can remember, my grandmother has been talking about the many companionships that would have taken place in her home. She has always lived with her family and her house and garden have always been the scene of celebrations and gatherings of all kinds. […]

Miriam Zorn

My innermost partner

J.-A. Miller says, “The extimate is that which is most proximate, most interior, without ceasing to be exterior. The extimate is not the contrary to the intimate, since the extimate is precisely the intimate, it is even the most intimate. This word indicates, nonetheless, that the most intimate is in the exterior, like a foreign body…. […]

Avi Rybnicki
 

The exile of barren words

I've always looked with desire at women with headscarves. It is self-evident to me, I wouldn't know how I could look differently. When I was little, my great-grandmother always wore one. Bound, just like the old women did when they marched in black to the early Mass. My grandmother had bound it the same way, but it wasn't black, but usually had a rose pattern. My mother only wore a headscarf from time to time. But that was something special. […]

Andreas Steininger

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