My morning starts with a glass of mineral water and a page in the book about Alma Karlin.
I walk through the door and the first thing she has to say is: “Can you imagine it’s the last day of school tomorrow?” No. I don’t want to believe it’s her last day in 6th Grade.
I dive into the ocean within me and I feel dizzy and unstable although I am sitting on the floor. But I am fine, just fine.
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