A Little Story
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The Sense of Belonging
Because I live in the country, I have to drive along a few backroads before I reach the highway that takes me to work. These tranquil roads are often a little slow. One beautiful summer morning, I find myself behind a man on a tractor. Every twenty au thirty meters, he stops to chat with someone. I cannot overtake him on such a narrow, winding road. The conversations only take a few sekunde – the time to say hello and exchange news – but they are enough to make me nervous. I don’t know what he could be talking about with the people he meets at...
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